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Sunagakure is probably the one ninja village, out of the Great Five ones, with the most extreme weather. It's always hot, sometimes too much to handle for those who aren't accustomed, and the air is dry, since it's surrounded by a huge desert. Not to mention the great abundance of sand everywhere, which is responsible for giving the village its name. Akemi was a ninja born and raised there, and due to some unethical training imparted to her during her childhood and adolescence, she despised still living there, but her greatest concern was always mainly its harsh weather. Any excuse to leave the Sand, even if only for a few days, was perfectly acceptable for her, so she often took simple, non-exciting nor challenging missions just because they implied travelling to other, cooler lands where she could taste some fresh air. Her favourite place to visit was that one small village near Kirigakure where it always snows. She felt most at home in places with low temperatures, the complete opposite of her homeland.

One morning she received a letter from a dear friend of hers who lived in Iwagakure. She was invited to spend some time there while they had a few days off, and she immediately accepted, sending a messenger falcon back to confirm that she was on her way. Akemi had been looking forward to catching up with her, a lot had happened since last time they could chat about life, without worrying about losing it in the process. Nothing in her schedule prevented her from abandoning the village for this short period, and no family would notice her absence at home, so she packed a few essential things (but not too many, so her bag wouldn't be impossible to carry) and walked out the door.

The road from Suna to Iwagakure wasn't so easy to transit, there was a considerable distance and it would surely take some days to make it there, but she didn't mind. After all, she'd get to enjoy a different atmosphere that wasn't filled with rough sand and dry air. She resented becoming a guinea pig for her village and being forced to live in a place with vastly different weather conditions from the ones she was meant to be in. Her mother had been taken from her home in the Land of Water while she was pregnant. Suna ninjas brought her to their village to exploit her clan's mysterious kekkei genkai for the Sand's own military profits. Her control of ice was something they wanted to study and dissect, with the promise of creating a powerful weapon (either her or someone or something else) that could help defend them in case of a future war. Akemi was the one chosen for that task, and for that, she was closely controlled by doctors and jounin alike since her first days of life, all eager to take notes of her development and her ever-growing ice abilities. She was seen as an experiment, but at least they never did anything to physically harm her. It was annoying anyway, and she definitely didn't feel comfortable being valuable to her superiors because of her cold heritage alone. It wasn't easy for her to hang out with friends, but her calm and calculating nature often allowed her to find ways to sneak out and meet up with them anyway. Ice release wasn't the only present she got from her ancestors: the gift of the gab was another. She had an unmatched ability to string words together in a way that she could almost always convince people to do what she wanted, like letting her go out unaccompanied. Akemi could have used that to manipulate others for malicious reasons, but that wasn't in her nature, she only wanted to have a normal life, like any other ninja. Great plans of ruling the world or taking the lives of others never crossed her mind, she longed for a more peaceful existence surrounded by nature, preferably somewhere snowy. 

As she travelled, she came across an enormous forest, filled with dense vegetation. Going around it to avoid entering it was a possibility, but she had no reason to do so. Bugs or wild animals weren't a threat to her physical nor mental well-being, and the idea of such abundance of trees and other plants implied a high humidity, so none of that sounded terrible enough to inconvenience her. She ventured straight into it, curious yet cautious, as she usually did. One of her first thoughts when she entered this area was how this was the polar opposite to the Death Forest in Konohagakure, the one used during Chunin exams each year. There, you couldn't let your guard down for a second without risking your life being taken by other ninjas or one (or more) of the hideous, gigantic insects and other disgusting creatures living there; this was entirely different, with close to zero dangers that she could recognize on her first few hours trespassing it. The view she had as she jumped from tree to tree was gorgeous, her eyes collected as much visual information about this place as they could, in love with the visible harmony of it all. A few small animals crossed her path and she even stopped for some seconds to observe them and let their adorableness attack her. She was eager to reach Iwagakure, but not enough to stop being marveled by an ecosystem like this one.

Everything here was so peaceful and relaxing. All her worries could be erased from her mind while living there. She could even forget that she was ever a ninja, just a simple human fighting only to protect the wildlife there when someone attempted to do it any harm. Solitude and peace was all she could have asked for. Well, including occasional visits to her friends in other villages. Her enjoyment came to an abrupt end when she noticed a strange white cloud coming from somewhere ahead of her path. "Is that... smoke?," she wondered. A fire outbreak would cause immense trouble here, no doubt about it. All that foliage and wood would only feed the flames that would destroy them. That was something that Akemi couldn't allow, and she wouldn't. She hurried to get there as soon as possible and prevent a catastrophe from occurring. It wouldn't be easy, but she was willing to try every trick up her sleeve to suffocate the fire with her ice release. As she got closer to the source of this suspicious cloud, she stopped believing that burning vegetation was responsible for it. Something was on fire, but the smell was different, and the thickness of that smoke wasn't compatible with forest fire.

All her questions were answered when she finally came face to face with the source of this mystery. A lone ninja, sitting on a high branch, harmlessly having lunch, apparently. Her arrival was immediately noticed. The mysterious man stood up to greet the visitor with a defensive stance. He was tall, over 2 meters tall, for sure. This caught her attention, so her eyes roamed from top to bottom of his figure to perceive every small detail. Red plated armour covered his arms and torso, with a sleeveless black kimono on top of it. The sleeves seemed to have been pulled off, since the cloth didn't look like it had been neatly trimmed. The armour also reached his legs, with a plated skirt that went down to his knees. Dark trousers and shoes that looked similar to his armour covered the rest. A red straw conical hat hid most of his head, making it hard to make eye contact with him. During her inspection, she noticed some device on his back that was emitting the haze she had initially worried about; now that she was closer, she recognized that it was steam. She stifled a relieved sigh upon concluding that this apparently controlled furnace wasn't threatening to animals nor plants. A black glove raised his hat to allow him a better view of the stranger in front of him, and only then could Akemi see more of him, though it wasn't much, since a big portion of his face still remained concealed behind a red mask made of the same material as his armour (probably an extension of it, though she couldn't be certain because of the great distance between them) and a ninja headband on his forehead. The only new information she could get from this was that he was from Iwagakure and that his eyes were orange. The man just stood there, mentally examining Akemi, just like she did. Her clothes were much more casual in comparison, as she only wore a navy blue open dress with fishnet sleeves, a necklace with a silver medallion, and tight black trousers, with standard ninja footwear. From the headband tied around her waist, he could tell which village she was from.

She thought that his attire was odd for an instant, until she remembered hearing about someone who looked that way. Someone who became famous during the Third Shinobi War for his steam release techniques. Finding a ninja like him in her path wasn't something she had planned but if this man truly was who she thought, she should watch her mouth and refrain from engaging in combat, for it wouldn't end well. It wasn't like she didn't trust her fighting abilities, but she wasn't looking for a fight at the moment: that would have ruined her great mood from exploring this vast forest. She gulped and decided to go for a more friendly approach, trying to have a calm conversation so he wouldn't consider her dangerous and his frown would go away.

"Hello," she started, smiling with closed eyes. "I thought I saw smoke coming from here and I wanted to make sure, but it seems it was you. Is that steam coming from behind you?," she asked curiously.

He nodded, without adding any words. This man wasn't up for a chat. Ninjas are taught not to trust strangers from other villages so easily and she knew that, so she wouldn't resent him for being reserved.

"Are you...?" she tried to ask before he interrupted her.

"The five-tailed beast jinchuuriki, yes."

Though he wasn't happy to talk earlier, he did now, but he just sounded grumpy and dismissive, rejecting her innocent comments.

"That's not what I was going to say," she complained. "Are you Han?," her voice sweetened. "From Iwagakure?"

"It's... been a while since someone last called me by my name," he commented, with honest surprise. "Yes, I'm Han."

"So you're the one I've heard so much about. The fabled ninja with Boil release..."

Her eyes brightened up, because she wasn't just flattering him to avoid conflict, she was genuinely pleased to meet someone with a special chakra nature like her. 

"My name's Akemi, from Sunagakure, pleased to meet you!"

The Iwa ninja just stood there, ever suspicious of her true intentions. He was immune to kindness.

"What is a ninja from Sunagakure doing around these parts?," he inquired skeptically. "Did you get lost in the desert and ended up here?"

She didn't like the tone of voice he was using. His right hand, tucked inside his kimono, revealed itself, an accusatory finger pointing at her.

"Who sent you for me?," Han added, discarding the idea of a more innocent reason to be found here.

He was very defensive, unwilling to loosen up.

"No one," she denied. "I was travelling by myself to visit a friend of mine from Iwagakure. I enjoy sightseeing, so I decided to use this path instead of a less... leafy one."

"Hmm, fair enough," he declared, retrieving his hand after pondering for a few seconds. She didn’t have the appearance of a hitwoman.

"Were you travelling too?," she asked. "I can tell that you took a break to have a snack, so you must have been running for a while now."

The air turned dense. Han's reason to be in this forest wasn't nearly as pure as hers. He wasn't happy to announce it, but he somehow felt compelled to share anyway.

"I'm leaving my village," he confessed. "I'll find the Akatsuki and surrender to them. I don't care anymore, I'm tired of living. Living like this... with this beast within me... this burden... has become too much for me," he admitted, as he dropped his shoulders in defeat.

Akemi was outraged. She knew about the bijuu and how jinchuuriki have a horrid life because of prejudiced people from their own villages, but she never imagined that one of them would ever utter a sentence like that.

"Are you even listening to what you're saying?," she asked, shocked and furious. "Do you have an idea of how terrible those people are? You can't just turn yourself in and let them get their filthy hands on something so... big!," she protested, trying to avoid referring to the demon inside him as being dangerous by itself.

"I'm just a tool for my village. A container for a beast that could destroy everything if it was set loose," he commented grimly. "No one sees me as anything other than that. The life of a jinchuuriki is a lonely one, and I've had enough of it. I don't care if they use the five-tailed beast to destroy a village, even if it's my own. They can have it. I have no use for its power."

Han seemed immensely bitter and resentful towards the whole world at this moment. The words he spat out were like a rain of arrows, seeking to destroy whoever was in range, even someone who had nothing to do with his despair, like the kunoichi in this forest. Perhaps the mask he wore was there to prevent others from being splattered with those rancid words of his. His whole body was tense and looked ready to pounce at the slightest sign of a threat. She noticed this and didn't hesitate to make a remark about it.

"You don't need to be so hostile to me. I'm not here to fight," Akemi said. "I was just passing through this forest. But now that I know your intentions, I can't just leave."

He raised a judging eyebrow and didn't even reply.

"I won't physically stop you, but I'll convince you to desist," she proclaimed confidently.

"What could you possibly say to change my mind? I've already told you, I'm tired of living this miserable life," he repeated, his hands balling to fists at the sides of his body.

"I can assure you that I can understand how you feel. I may not be a jinchuuriki, but..."

"If you aren't, then you can't imagine what it's like," he interrupted again, dismissing her attempt to empathize with his situation.

"Yes I can," she stated anyway, "because I know what it's like to be ostracized in your own homeland, Han. I have been used and seen as a weapon to protect my village from the attack of others, too," she explained, causing his hands to relax. "My kekkei genkai has been exploited through me my whole life, even as a kid. My clan's ice release, which isn't even native to Sunagakure, was the reason for my mother being robbed of her freedom in the Land of Water and brought to a different, scary village. I hated living there, but that never made me want to desist from living my life, even if I was constantly being monitored and controlled. I have to thank the few friends I made for that, without their support I would have... I probably would have become bitter and angry, like you, Han," she concluded.

The jinchuuriki couldn't deny that she had a point there. He had walked alone his whole life, with everyone around him only ever seeing him as a container for the five-tailed beast and a piece of war machinery. All those years of isolation had left him a lonely, distrustful man, with a gigantic horse-like monster that could destroy him as his only permanent companion. The Iwa ninja was a pacifist by nature, and if only he had been given a chance, his neighbours would have realized that he wasn't dangerous, that he didn't deserve such crude treatment because of his status as a host. All he desired was very similar to what she dreamed of: a relaxed existence free of violence and fear.

"I know it can be hard at times, but honest friendship can save even the worst of us from making bad decisions that we'll regret," she commented, a hand on her heart that she later extended towards him. "Let me show you, Han, let me be your friend from now on, so you never have to be alone anymore."

He was surprised to hear such an innocent proposal. Han felt moved by her words, which were sincere, free of lies and disinterested, but over all, kind. This was the most kindness he had ever been shown in his life. He took a step back before jumping towards the branch where Akemi stood. Much closer than before, she had to crane her neck in order to meet his eyes, since her head barely reached midway up his torso. He was used to being much taller than those around him, for it wasn't every day that you'd find someone standing at over 2 meters tall in Iwagakure, but he still found this height difference between them cute and accepted her offering hand, taking it in his, and shaking it gently in agreement. His much bigger hand could completely cover her small, delicate palm. His grip was firm but considerate enough to avoid breaking any of her bones.

"Thank you, Akemi. I'll accept your friendship and cherish it," he stated, short and sweet as always.

" Cherish... " she mentally repeated to herself. Though it seemed a bit over the top just for a new friendly relationship, her mind couldn't have enough of those two syllables being pronounced by that deep voice of his. That was probably the sweetest, softest word that ever came out of his mouth, and it was aimed at her. She had just tamed this beast of a man with her eloquence. Her ancestors would have been proud of how she was able to turn things around in this conversation just by picking the right words and appearing tender and non-threatening. Internally, she sighed in relief, because she had also ensured her own survival by earning his trust. Externally, she kept smiling at her new friend, whom she, too, would cherish. They then sat down on that branch that was just strong enough to withstand their combined weights, to be more comfortable and also to prevent her neck from hurting after being extended for so long.

Now acquainted with her special abilities, Han felt curious about the extent of them. He asked Akemi about her ice release, wishing to learn more. It was unique and inexistent in Iwa, so he knew nothing about it. She was happy to share a bit about herself, so she generously told him everything he needed to know. It was a good conversation starter and a great way to break the ice so they could chat for a while and strengthen their new bond. He listened attentively and asked questions that she resolved for him, rather extensively. It had been a while since she last met someone for the first time, and it was just as exciting as always. They spent a good couple of hours having a friendly conversation about not only ice, but also Han's unique abilities. She learned much more than she had been told about his use of steam, not just from a military point of view, but also from a more personal one. He disclosed that these powers came in handy in his everyday life as well. That was something they had in common, too.

His attitude was pretty stoic most of the time, but she could tell when things made him laugh, at least internally, and when he felt embarrassed, too. As they talked, a few compliments left her mouth to reach his ears, and he sure wasn't used to that. Han was marvelled by the girl sitting in front of him, and a strange feeling started developing in his chest. His stomach felt funny, also, almost as if he were nervous, but ecstatic at the same time; it was hard to describe exactly what that feeling was. He had never felt like this before, so he wasn't sure what was going on. All he knew was that he didn't want it to end, nor let her go now, on the contrary, he wished to get closer. But how? A bit of extra steam started coming out of the furnace on his back while he pondered what to do as soon as Akemi finished whatever she was saying now. She was telling him the story of a mission she completed by developing a new combat strategy, but he had no idea. He had gotten lost in thoughts seconds ago and he missed a big part of her narration; the man wouldn't even be able to pinpoint the exact moment he stopped listening, but he forced himself to snap out of his trance to keep paying attention. Soon enough, though, he got distracted again, this time, looking at her mouth. Instead of focusing on her words, his eyes were fixed on the movement of her lips, how they seemed to dance through each sentence, how they parted from each other just to get together again, how her tongue was visible at times and hidden at others, how swiftly words rolled out of her mouth, how every muscle in and around her mouth worked in perfect synchrony to create a melody out of her thoughts. Her story ended with a little joke, and he chuckled at the punchline. Both ninjas, slightly leaning towards each other, enjoyed a few seconds of silence afterwards. It wasn't awkward and neither of them felt uncomfortable, they just didn't have anything else to say right now. " This is it ," Han thought to himself, and launched a decisive attack.

"You speak in a very sweet, soothing way," he started. "If I had to compare your voice to something, I'd choose velvet. Soft, pleasant, silky... I can't help but wonder if your lips are nearly as soft as your voice."

" Was that... A pickup line? From Han? " Akemi thought to herself. She definitely hadn't seen it coming, but she'd be lying if she said that she wasn't curious about his lips as well. Always hidden behind a mask, always a mystery... unlike hers, that she never hid.

After such a long conversation with someone who had so much in common with her, it wasn't unexpected for her to have developed similar feelings towards him, though she had more experience dealing with them and keeping them secret until the occasion to reveal them came up. And this was it. Akemi did have a huge preference for taller men, and this man looked like all she could have ever asked for. Big, strong, with a deep voice... She decided to play along. If it came to it, what damage could a little make-out session do?

"Oh...," she replied, mischievously. "Then, why don't you find out by yourself?"

Akemi pressed her elbows together to tease him, and though his eyes immediately lay on her bosom, he wasn't sure what to do. Despite his age, this was his first time doing anything like this. He was too embarrassed to confess that he had never tried to get a kiss from a girl before, and he thought that being too straightforward would only push her away.

"It's a great idea, don't you think? I'd finally get to meet your mouth too, it'd be like killing two birds with one stone," she added, winking.

"I... I can't take off my mask," he stammered, blushing underneath.

It was, indeed, part of his armour, and he had made some sort of solemn vow to keep it on at all times to help him control his boil release, so it wasn't as easy as she had thought. The confidence he had gained during their talk vanished when he had to admit this.

"Oh, I see," she replied, disappointed.

She was truly looking forward to seeing his face, but if he couldn't do it, she was no one to demand that he did. Her eyes shifted to look down for a couple of seconds before she had an idea.

"Anything against taking one of your gloves off? At least your hand could meet my lips," she suggested, "if you want."

"Y-yes, I can do that," he stated, smiling with his eyes again.

The two were acting like high school kids on their first date, and that wasn't all that far from reality. In one swift movement, he took his right glove off and revealed a bare hand, the same colour as the small fraction of his face that was visible. He awkwardly placed it on her cheek and softly caressed her skin with his blocky fingers. Akemi closed her eyes in delight at this new contact with Han. She opened them again to look at him in the eyes, a sparkle in them, directing him to keep going. And so he did. He moved his thumb to hover just over her mouth for a second before gently resting it on them. He nearly gasped when the touch of those lips finally reached some part of his skin, even if it was but a digit. The sensation was just as intense as he had imagined, and it was exactly what he wanted to feel. Just when he thought this was overwhelming enough, Akemi pressed a kiss against Han's thumb, blinking slowly at him, like a cat. Having those skilled and powerful yet tiny muscles of hers pushing themselves against him was responsible for a lot of steam coming out of his furnace at once. Han's body temperature was rising because of her, and his chakra was starting to boil like it only did in combat. But this time, the only thing to fight here was his raw, animalistic desire and thirst for Akemi and the rest of her body. His anxious tongue came out of its wet cave to lubricate his own lips, begging to be allowed some fun it had never experienced before. That mouth wasn't the only part of his body becoming restless at this point, though. Something below his waist that had remained dormant until now was very much awake and active, envying what his thumb had been blessed with.

Akemi's eyes were locked in his, letting him know that she wouldn't reject him approaching her with his true intentions. It wasn't hard to read his thoughts, the Suna ninja knew very well about his eagerness, and she wouldn't mind quenching his thirst as well as her own. Akemi glanced at his crotch for a second to get her point across, and he felt self-conscious of his clothes not concealing him well enough. Shying away, his hand abandoned her cheek and went back into its glove, leaving her confused.

"What happened?"

"We should get off this branch before I burn it off with steam," he said, hurriedly, avoiding her gaze.

Fight-or-flight instincts weren't the only ones to subconsciously activate his ability to burn things down via steam, it seemed. Upon her agreement, Han lifted her bridal style, an arm behind her knees and the other behind her back, to carry her to the grass below. It was actually surprising that he dared to touch her like this without hesitation. Not that she'd complain, she was happy to see him trying new things, and she greatly enjoyed it. She didn't know how much she needed to be carried by a man this big until now. He landed at the base of the tree and gently helped her place her feet back on the ground. Once again, though, they were standing in front of each other, with her nearly straining her neck to be able to maintain eye contact. Han noticed this and apologized, proposing a solution: he sat down, his knees up and his back against the tree, letting her be the taller one this time. He kindly smiled with his eyes to let her know that he was okay with that. " Excellent ," she thought, right before straddling his lap. His whole body jolted with surprise to this unexpected contact, his arms flexed at the sides of his body as a reflex, his mouth wide open as his heartbeat rate rapidly increased. Akemi giggled at this reaction, the kind that only a man that had never had a woman before would have. Her hands rested on his shoulders for support, but his were glued to the ground, scratching it and leaving marks with his fingertips. Her half-closed eyes gazed at his face, going back and forth between his eyes and his mask, like asking him what should happen next.

"So? What now?," she said out loud when he didn't immediately propose anything.

"I'm... I'm, uh... not...," he babbled, trying to avoid saying that he didn't know what to do.

"How about this, Han...," she tilted her head sideways and ran an index finger down his red mask. "This looks like it can be pulled down. Why don't you do that for a few minutes... just for me?," she cooed.

Her speaking gift acting up again, he gulped as he felt unable to resist this temptation any longer. He desired her, and she returned his feelings. Earlier today he was about to end his life in the most cowardly way possible and now he was about to get it on with a cute girl who had no prejudices against him, someone who understood his pain and extended an amicable hand to offer him all the support he needed. Keeping his mask on, like the rest of his armour, didn't seem nearly as important anymore. Shaking, his right hand reached for his face to lower his mask like she had so patiently asked and waited for. Her eyebrows raised in anticipation, for she'd finally see his full face. Once it was out of the way, she was met with yet another obstacle: a white cloth hidden underneath was still covering the lower half of his face.

"Han... wh--," she stopped halfway through.

"I'm sorry," he said, " I can't remove that unless I... take the rest of my armour off... it's a real pain to undress every night and I... I'm very sorry," he apologized profusely.

Although he was dying to make her his, he was still unsure about getting naked right there to accomplish it. Luckily for him, Akemi's patience was infinite; her ice-cold chakra hardly ever allowed her to get furious, so she kept a cool head 99.9% of the time. Only a truly aggravating attack would make her lose her temper. She was still willing to work out with what she got.

"No need to apologize, I'll respect your boundaries," she assured, with a tiny smile, placing her palms against his chest. "Feel free to stop me if anything I do or say makes you feel uncomfortable."

He was delighted to find someone with this big of a heart. He nodded, agreeing. It was a bit odd, though, to be the one in this couple receiving such compassionate words, instead of saying them himself. With his considerable size, Han was the one most prone to do something wrong that she wouldn't enjoy. At least that was what he thought; he didn't know how healthy relationships based on trust and mutual respect worked.

"How about this," she offered, "I could kiss you through this cloth?"

Still having a barrier between them was annoying, frustrating, like some kind of chastity belt that separated them, but it was the best he could do at the moment, so he accepted. Akemi squealed in delight and went straight to it. With her forearms resting over his shoulders now, she leaned closer and placed her lips on top of his, ignoring the cloth shielding his face from her. His mouth also did its best to return that much expected kiss, finding pleasure in the indirect brushing of her soft lips on his. His hands, still at the sides of his body, tensed, removing a bit of dirt under his fingers, to counter the tenderness his face was experiencing. She kissed him as if that cloth weren't there, completely ignoring it, focusing only on their current closeness. Though a lot more chill on the outside than him, Akemi was getting quite worked up as well, evidenced by the low, breathy moan that her throat emitted after a while. It didn't go unnoticed, as Han instinctively and subconsciously bucked his hips up, wishing to brush against her heated core. He realized what he had done quickly afterwards and separated his mouth from hers in a mix of shock and shame. A lot of steam coming out of his furnace at once, again.

"Oh? What now, Han?"

"I don't know what happened, I didn't mean to do that," he confessed.

"That move with your hips?," she asked to confirm. "Oh, Han, I was just wondering when you'd do that," she consoled him.

"What?," he asked in disbelief, his eyes bigger than ever.

"There's too much in the way, though. Here, let me help."

Before he could ask "what" again, she lifted the part of his armour that acted as a skirt to make some room for her. Then she accommodated his baggy trousers so there wouldn't be any extra, unnecessary folds of clothing between them either, and sat back down, right above his crotch.

"Better now, isn't it?"

As soon as that sentence ended, she rolled her hips on him, with the intention of proving that there would be much better (and more efficient) friction between their parts. Han gasped loudly at this, as she was right. Her eyes invited him to try again, and he accepted, placing his hands on her hips now, to keep her pressed down over his hidden erection. He bucked up as suggested, and noticed a great difference that he immediately adored. His instincts and lust got the best of him as he dry humped his ever so kind companion, groaning each time with closed eyes. Akemi went for another kiss and her lips met his wide open mouth, forcing it to close a bit and imitate hers. Her fingers intertwined behind his head to keep him close, but his remained caressing her outer thighs. A couple extra moans from her later, the jinchuuriki lost any trace of his previous shyness. He loved this, he absolutely did, but it wasn't enough, he wanted more, since all these clothes weren't letting him enjoy her body to the fullest.

Akemi noticed that some frustration started coming out of him, not just steam anymore, as his groans became more like growls. It was hot, that was a fact, but she felt she had to try something else to please her man. Besides, she could barely feel him, and she was super curious to find out more about his private member. She broke the kiss, leaving the cloth covering his mouth with a drool stain that was a mix of hers and his, and scooted away from the Iwa nin, making him complain silently.

"Change of plans. Let's do this differently," she said, confusing Han.

This time, Akemi got between his legs, her knees and palms on the ground.

"Let me lend you a hand instead."

Her hands first touched his knees, then travelled along his legs to reach his inner thighs, caressing them softly. He swallowed up, wondering what she was planning to do, right before her most skilled hand made contact with his dick. All his muscles tensed, before he gave in to pleasure. The sensation of a playful hand touching his cock to get him off wasn't alien to him, though it had always been one of his own. Even with his garments interfering, as always, she was able to feel him a lot better. Her curious digits investigated his length, making her eyes open wide at the estimation of its actual size. Her little research concluded that he was a big man, in all senses, and everything about him was proportional. That was great news. Once done with her nasty thoughts, she grabbed his member and started jacking it like he often had to do by himself. Her handjob, though indirect, was good enough to make him groan with pleasure again, his hands anchoring him to the ground like before.

"Please," he begged all of a sudden. "Akemi..."

"What is it? Want me to stop?"

"N-No, don't ever stop. Just...," he struggled to finish his sentences. "Call m-my name, plea-please."

It wasn't all that odd of a request, considering that people from his village only ever referred to him as his condition of a jinchuuriki, or sometimes just as "five-tails," completely disregarding his existence as his own, unrelated to the beast sealed inside him. Akemi was the only one who had called him by his name and ignored the other spirit in his body, and he even acknowledged it out loud for her. She understood how important that was for him, so she conceded.

"Oh? You like that, don't you, Han?," she teased him. "Mmm, Han, my dear, anything for you," she cooed, making all of him melt, raising his body temperature and with it, causing his chakra to boil again.

She continued peppering each new sentence with his name, sometimes at the start, sometimes at the end, some rarer times in the middle, as she worked on intensely massaging the throbbing cock under his pants. She bit her lip at the thought of finally seeing it and soon being filled with it. Would she be able to withstand its full length without passing out, or would she get a glorious death by eating more than she could chew? None of that mattered, her own genitals were on fire at the moment, craving for some attention as well. Not even her cold chakra was enough to counter the radiating heat between her legs, and she didn't want to feel left out so she had an amazing idea. With her left hand, still on the ground, she released some cold chakra that travelled from her point of support to the area right below her crotch. A thick, curved ice stalagmite emerged from that point, placing itself in the perfect spot for her to get some fun as well. Han was too busy drowning in pleasure to help her right now, so she'd do it herself. Akemi lowered her body just enough to make contact with this improvised dildo and started rubbing herself against it, trying hard to imagine that the dick that only her hand had the privilege of touching was the one being pressed against her pants. That wasn't a difficult task, because she was able to have vivid, lucent dreams with much less audiovisual or tactile info. Having such a cold object against an erogenous zone would be a huge turn-off for anyone, but not someone who was so incredibly used to anything cold. Han moaned her name a couple of times, making it even easier for her to get off and whimper for him as well, in a sort of vicious cycle powered by their mutual positive feedback. After a while, his breathing became particularly laboured, more than before, and she could tell that he was just about to reach his climax. Immediately, her hand got away from him and he was left humping the air with sad surprise and great frustration, because of the sudden loss of stimulation that none of his clothes covering him could emulate.

"Wh- Akemi! Why did y-you sto-p like tha-that?! I was so...," he protested.

"So close? That's precisely why I did it," she answered, reabsorbing the ice that had come out of her left palm.

He understood none of that. Animalistic desire was all that reigned his mind right now, and his mind only wanted to achieve what had taken him so long to find.

"I didn't think you'd want to cum in your pants in the middle of a forest after leaving your village," blunt honesty showed.

"Oh," was all he replied.

She was right. Getting his clothes sticky like that wasn't ideal but he couldn't think clearly nor rationally at the moment, so it was a relief that he could at least count on her to bring him back to Earth when his head was on the clouds.

"Thank you," he added afterwards, embarrassed.

She let him know that it was okay, and comforted him with a hug to try and make up for denying him his first ever accompanied orgasm. Akemi's reasons went a bit beyond what she had explained to him. She did worry about his clothes getting stained, but she also knew that edging was an amazing way to multiply the intensity of a man's climax, and she wanted him to savour it at its fullest, at its highest peak. There was also another extra reason. Part of her mind, the one that only ever focused on her own selfish hunger, was dying to meet that cock of his and squeeze it inside her. If he came on his own, he would be out of commission afterwards.

"So, to prevent any messy accidents, why don't we just... ditch all these clothes?," she suggested. "Also," she inched closer to his ear and moved the white cloth covering them away, purring her next words softly, "I can keep your cum away from your armour, inside my pussy."

The fact that she'd let him come inside just like that surely made everything sound exponentially more interesting to him. His thick member, previously stopped, was already twitching with anxious anticipation, loving this new idea and her way of expressing herself so lewdly straightforward. Han consented profusely.

"Do you need some help with...?," she asked, pointing at his clothes.

"Please, allow me to do it myself," Han answered, panting.

Not wanting to be undressed by one's partner? It was weird, but she respected that. Perhaps he had to do or say something special before taking that armour and everything else off, and that was why it was such a task at the end of each day, not just because of how laborious it probably was. Or he was shy. Either way, she wouldn't insist. Both of them got up, their legs rather weak already, and Akemi turned around upon his request, walking a few meters away to give him some space. He glared at her behind as she did, and his member twitched again, still waiting for the chance to let out what it hadn't in a while.

Since she knew that they were getting naked now and they'd obviously become vulnerable to being attacked, either by other humans or clueless wild animals, she decided to set up something to protect them. Some hand signs allowed her to use a jutsu that created an ice dome with special characteristics around that area. Not only would it keep them safe and prevent anything or anyone from coming in contact with the couple, it also acted as camouflage, making it seem like no one was there, while still allowing those sheltered inside it to see their surroundings. To the naked eye, all that was visible was vegetation like there was on the rest of this forest, and the dome could only be recognized if collided against. Even then, it was quite durable and impossible to penetrate, even with fire jutsu. It was the perfect barrier to keep curious eyes out of their private activities. It also muffled every sound produced inside, so no one could even hear them screaming each other's names. It was the perfect jutsu to get fucked in the woods without getting caught.

"Akemi, you can come back. I'm done," a deep voice stated from afar.

She smiled at this, still facing away, and decided to cover her eyes until she was ready, right in front of him, not to spoil the surprise he had for her. Once Akemi got close enough to Han, she asked him if he wanted to help get rid of her clothes now. He quickly accepted and got to work, her eyes still closed. Firstly, he took her outmost accessories off, starting with the ninja headband tied around her waist, stripping her of what most separated them: their birthplaces; her choker was the next one removed. When she felt that it was gone from her skin, she decided to comment something, half joking, half serious.

"Careful with that medal. It's my lucky charm."

"Don't worry, I'll put it down, somewhere safe with the rest."

Then, he lifted her shirt above her head and placed it away, followed by her sandals and her trousers. He was gentle, taking his time to undress her, despite the throbbing monster between his legs that had been set loose. When only her underwear covered her still, he decided to stop for a moment to admire her in this state.

"Akemi... you're so gorgeous," he commented.

She giggled like a school girl in front of her crush, a hand shyly covering her mouth.

"You're not done yet," she said, teasingly.

"I will in time, don't rush this," he countered, "my dear."

Hearing him start to use terms of endearment for her was melting her heart, only making her want him more. Determined to rid her of the remaining clothes hiding her body from him, he kneeled and stretched his arms to reach behind her back and undo the clasp of her bra. He had never imagined that such a small task would turn out to be so difficult to complete. He had gone on dangerous missions without much trouble, controlled and exploited the powers of the bijuu in his body, but these tiny metallic hooks were giving him a hard time like never before. She could tell that he was struggling, but before she could help him, Han managed to defeat that intrusive bra. Contrary to his initial impulse to throw it far into the bushes out of spite, he silently took a deep breath and removed it calmly, placing it down with the rest of her clothes. He had mentally promised to only gawk at Akemi's body once all of her was bare, but his eyes couldn't refrain from going straight to her breasts. He looked away quickly, reminding himself of his new vow, and focused now on her panties. Delicate, silky, wrapped just tight enough to highlight the curves of her hips, making him drool at the thought of getting his mouth closer to them. He slowly pulled them off, giving her the signal that she'd finally get to see his naked body. At long last, Akemi and Han were ready for each other.

Biting her lip, filled with anxiety, butterflies flew freely inside her stomach, making her more and more nervous.

"All right, now... You can open your eyes," he said, expectantly.

And so she did. Her sight was met with the man of her dreams. His muscular body that had remained away from her eyes, behind clothes that didn't outline or highlight his glorious figure, was no longer a mystery to her. His toned torso, his big biceps and his strong legs gave her the dirtiest fantasies, imagining, in only a couple of seconds, a million ways he could use them to dominate her and possibly ruin ever muscle in her body. Han's pectorals were the kind that could perfectly substitute her pillow after a long night with him. That mysterious face, finally revealed, made her wonder why he ever hid it in the first place, for there were no scars, imperfections or anything that could make him feel insecure enough to do that. He was more handsome than she had imagined, his rough features matching his voice and personality. Lastly but not less important, she noticed his dick. Erected, thick, veiny, greeting her with excitement, it was just as long as she had expected from her previous conclusion, and that made her worry a bit. She drooled at the thought of getting fucked silly by that cock, but with her lack of extensive experience, she wasn't sure about her body being strong enough to withstand the long session that her mind desired. " Whatever ," she finished that line of thought abruptly. Even if it meant losing the mobility of her legs for a bit, she was willing to take that risk. And that dick. Even if, to recover, it took hours... days or weeks.

At the same time, Han's own eyes also wasted no time inspecting every inch of her, admiring the job he had done getting her clothes off. He could get lost in those curves, and he gladly would. Longing to run his fingers along them all was the purest thought he had at the moment, accompanied by a thousand filthier ones. Her skin was far less rough than his, its contrasting smoothness begging to be caressed, held, protected by his calloused fingers. Her boobs, soft and tender, also wished to be cupped by those big hands of his and toyed with. He couldn't have wished for anything better than this. She was perfect in every possible sense for him. Her kind nature was his favourite part about her still, but every bit of her body he adored and the best way to prove that was by giving her more pleasure than she could ask for. He just wished he could be up to the task.

It was the first time Han had allowed someone to see him naked. Oh, how long he had longed for someone like this to share such a special moment with. No one had ever been worthy of this much trust. Akemi was the only one, and he'd happily let her be his very first time. She had never been quite this bare in a public space before, but knowing that her ice dome was shielding them from danger helped ease her mind from worries.

Getting dressed after the deed was done would be easy, since Han had carefully placed their clothes, both his and hers, in tidy stacks a few meters away from the tree where they had their first making out session. With how thirsty the two of them were, it was surprising that he didn't just toss them all over the surrounding bushes to get them out of the way as quickly as possible.

They had spent a good few seconds just staring at each other, but it was time to move on. Akemi made the first move, getting so close that her chest was pressed against his abdomen, her palms touching him as well. In response, his hands travelled to the back of her head, lightly playing with some of her hair curls. There was too much of a distance between their heads, even if she got on the tip of her toes.

"I guess we'll have to sit again," Han chuckled.

Finally his laugh, his smile was visible for her and god was he cute when showing such pure, unrestrained joy. She nodded and he walked a few steps back to rest his back against the same tree as before. Sitting like earlier again, with his legs spread, knees up, he invited the girl to join him. She crawled on all fours towards him like a lioness approaching her mate while in heat, making herself comfortable between his legs, her knees on the ground and her palms on his shoulders. Their half-closed eyes lustfully gazing at each other as their partly open mouths inched closer towards an imaginary point where they'd meet. A single blocky hand behind Akemi's head helped obliterate for once any distance between them and their lips collided, at long last. Clumsy, breathless and desperate at first, they gradually learned together how to do it more carefully while still keeping the same intensity that their impatience had fueled. It was so much better now that nothing got in the way, letting them freely express how great their desire was. As they kissed, they got more worked up, opening their mouths to let their tongues dance together passionately, each one inviting the other into their home to be explored.

Han was, by far, the most touch-starved of the two, but he didn't care enough to pretend that he wasn't, so he expressed his thoughts and needs without masking them. Akemi had repeatedly proved to him that he could be himself with her, that it was not in her blood to judge or discriminate him like others had. He was so horny that his chakra had reached its boiling point without needing any extra accessories on his back to achieve it. Although his body temperature at the moment was high enough to be mistaken for a fever by any medical professionals, his mind was as lucid as it could be, and he had no issues controlling his body. All of him was now covered in sweat to try and compensate for this extreme raise in heat in his system. The five-tailed beast inside him was disgusted by what was happening, but decided not to interfere at all to avoid any conflicts, since that was part of Kokuoo's nature. It even offered its host some relief to his body by mitigating the intensity of the scorching heat within him.

Making out like that was very much necessary but after a few minutes of panting into each other's mouths, it was time to stop. They pulled away to gasp for air, a single thread of saliva still connecting them, as result of their combined fluids. Taking a few seconds to regain their breaths, they clumsily chuckled at each other in celebration. It had taken them so long and so many tries to kiss... but it had been totally worth it. His right hand caressed her cheek like it had done before, remembering the first moment his skin could come in contact with her lips. Even with all the ups and downs, he'd cherish that memory forever.

"Are you ready, my dear?," he asked after kissing the tip of her nose.

"Always, Han... my love," she whispered.

Right after that, they exchanged smiles and she got up to position herself over his crotch. Both of them knew that having his full length abruptly shoved into her without previous preparation could hurt her, so they agreed to take it slow. Han took his member in his hand to keep it still as she lowered herself enough to be ghosting right above it. Although there was already a significant amount of precum on the tip, he had nothing against getting some extra lubrication on his dick to allow him to slide inside her more easily and smoothly afterwards. Even with his great inexperience, he knew a thing or two about foreplay. She got closer to him and his hand helped rub himself against her wet entrance. Akemi bit her lip at the sensation, while he gasped loudly. Pressed against her labia, he got soaked wet with all the fluids that her eagerness had released during their intense kiss. Her folds greeted him with even more warmth than he already had, lovingly inviting him in. Her pulsing pussy, exasperated and tired of waiting, begged Akemi to feed her already.

"I think th-is is enough, d-don't you?," she mumbled, her voice cracking a bit.

Han agreed, his own voice about to fail him as well.

That was it. The moment they had been looking forward to. Trusting each other's embrace, Akemi lowered her body again to let him in. The head of his dick was finally wrapped in her heat, making Han exhale suddenly. They stopped for a moment before he placed his hands on her hips to push her further down his member, always keeping her safety in mind. Once she was halfway through, they made a pause.

"How are you?"

"F-fine, for no-now," she joked.

"Are you sure, Akemi?," he asked with honest concern.

Voicelessly, she reassured him. Akemi really wanted to feel all of him inside her, ignoring her logical brain still saying that she should just settle for this part to make sure that none of her muscles would get hurt. She stared down at Han's crotch, drawing some blood from her bruised lower lip as her lust won her mental battle. A couple of confusing hand gestures that he somehow understood directed him to help her lower her body even more. He had enough physical strength to forcefully lift and push her down to his whim, but what was the point, if she was in more pain than pleasure? He nodded with closed eyes to accept her command. Akemi looked up into the sky, seeing the top of the trees around them, and the few clouds above that weren't obscured by leaves and branches. At that moment she thought about the bag she had packed before beginning her trip and how she had completely forgotten about it after meeting Han. Oh well, she'd care about finding it later. After an extra second of thinking, she decided that that was enough of a break and looked back at Han. A long, deep breath like the kind instructed when getting a blood extraction helped her with the task at hand, as her hungry pussy devoured the rest of her partner's cock. Once he was entirely sheathed, she cried out in pain. A deep groan followed as Han enjoyed the tightness of her muscles around him. Hunching, she pressed her palms against his chest, trying her best not to let this temporary pain win and steal from her the pleasure that she had been so patient for. Han became worried when he noticed her whole body trembling and her remaining speechless and unresponsive.

"Akemi? Is it too m--"

She shook her head exaggeratedly to convince both him and herself. She had come way too far to quit now. At that moment, she'd endure any pain for the sake of her horniness.

"Just... give me a moment," she finally answered.

Han placed a hand behind her head, getting her eyes' attention again. They were glassy, with tears that threatened to come out and roll down her cheeks any moment now. Meeting Han's eyes, she could see that there was a tender, caring and comforting aura bathing his face. His way of looking seemed to be voicelessly telling her that everything would be okay soon enough. He pulled her closer and kissed her much more gently this time. She followed, closing her eyes and softly brushing her lips against his, the two of them feeling the purest form of love they had only ever imagined or dreamed of.

Her pain gradually stopped after a while as her inner walls adjusted around Han's length. When she felt confident enough, Akemi dared to continue.

"I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

"More than I've ever been," she stated confidently, without exaggerating.

Han wouldn't have moved a muscle if not with her approval, and now that she claimed to be okay, he'd trust her. Carefully, he placed his hands back on her hips and lifted her body until he was nearly entirely out. Being so empty all of sudden was almost as overwhelming as being too full a second ago, a strange feeling making her a bit uneasy. Still nervous but willing to do this anyway, Akemi nodded and Han pushed her down again, slowly. She whimpered but with a lot less pain in comparison to their earlier attempt. She moaned his name as she started bouncing on his dick, receiving some help from his strong arms that accompanied the rhythm she had picked. The amount of trust she had deposited in him plus all the audiovisual stimuli Han was receiving did nothing to reduce his lustful desire. Her breasts jiggled when she moved, her curls danced in the wind as well, and an open mouth didn't stop any of her moans from coming out of her throat. His restless hands slid a bit further up her legs to reach her ass and squeezed each cheek, one at a time first, then both together, closing his eyes in delight with his digits dug into her fat bottom. He hadn't expected a ninja with an ice-related kekkei genkai to be this hot, both on the outside and deep inside, and he couldn't have asked for a better thing to match his own feverish passion. There was nothing left of her cool and relaxed personality as she voraciously sought to reach her orgasm with his cock. The tightness around him would be enough to completely milk him dry after a single round. Han's member hadn't received this much attention from anyone other than him before, and even when he did touch himself, trying to achieve the maximum bliss, the sensation couldn't be compared to this.

Minutes passed before Han noticed that her legs weren't as coordinated as before; she was having trouble dealing with her whole body weight, even with his help. He decided to switch to a position where he'd do all the work instead, so they could both finish together. Without a warning, he carefully pushed her torso off of him to get her to lie on the ground, and got on top of her.

"Have a break, Akemi," he said, "let me do the rest."

She greatly appreciated that, because soon she would have become unable to continue doing so much of an effort, and they would have ended up frustrated and exhausted. And probably, also injured. Especially her.

Looming over her, his palms pressed against the grass below, he wished that the height difference hadn't been so great, so he could rest his face on the crook of her neck, kiss her or at least groan into her ear. On the other hand, she was blessed with a gorgeous view of his tensed pecs right in front of her as he pounded her pussy, so she couldn't complain about not being able to make eye contact. In this new position, Han’s thrusts became ruthless and unforgiving; both of them were desperate to come already, so he went for a quick pace that was almost a bit too aggressive. Akemi closed her eyes, giving in to pleasure. She giggled mutely at the sound of his balls hitting her ass, finding it similar to other sounds she often heard on a day to day basis, now forced to remember this special occasion next time she got to hear them again. His intense, expert strokes made her reconsider whether this was actually his first time or not, because there was no way a man could fuck so well without previous experience. What she didn't consider, though, was that it was his instincts taking control of his actions now, allowing him to do such a good job.

He kept going for a while like this, until his own hips started getting clumsy and moving more erratically. Akemi immediately noticed this and his much more ragged breathing, but before she could say anything, he did it first.

"A-kemi, I'm... abou-t to...,"

Han couldn't finish his own sentence, but that was enough for her to understand.

"Han... i-it's okay, me too," was all she could say before their half-closed eyes met again.

Sharing one last look, her body gave up, allowing shocking waves of a long-awaited orgasm to take over. Her walls clenched in response, tightening even more around Han's dick and sending him over the edge in consequence. Her whole body trembled, her toes curled and her back arched as a cry in the shape of her partner's name came out of her at its highest possible volume. Han's voice, completely unrestrained and deeper than ever, shouted also, repeating Akemi's name one last time. His nails dug deeply into the ground, every muscle in his body tensing at once in response to his climax as his seed was shot with full force into her. A clear, thick and abundant liquid flooded her insides, at long last. From the almost unbearable intensity of it all, he could have very well ended up entering version 2.

Exhausted but satisfied, the two stayed in the same position for a while, waiting until they'd be able to move, or even think clearly, again. There was no rush though, so they decided to take their time. Han pulled out, a considerable amount of cum leaking from Akemi's entrance as a result, messily staining the dirt below. They exchanged looks and chuckled tiredly at each other. Neither of them was a virgin anymore.

Once they managed to regulate their breathing rates again, they tried to move. It wasn't easy, since their bodies were about to collapse as if they had just completed a marathonic session of making love to each other. Oh, how much easier it would have been for both if they had had a bed to rest on. With great effort and no small amount of patience, they could sit next to each other, close to the tree that had tenaciously supported them earlier. Still breathing more quickly than it was normal, they chose to hold hands and mentally congratulated each other for not giving up despite all the obstacles, both physical and mental, they had to overcome. Their blissed out expressions said more than any words could. But Akemi still wanted to talk.

"That was... incredible," she commented, her throat sore from screaming.

"You were incredible," he countered, "how do you feel?"

"Tired," she confessed. "I could use a nap now."

"Right here? Naked? In the middle of a forest?," realization of their current location suddenly hit him like a truck.

"There's an ice dome protecting us, silly," she explained, softly touching his nose with a digit. "No one can hurt us, nor can they even see us."

He could have asked more questions about it, but chose not to. They'd have enough time to discuss that later, since he wasn't planning on ever letting her go now.

"Let's sleep for a bit, then," he accepted.

An extra bit of effort helped Han get his back against the tree again, and Akemi cuddled him, making herself comfortable enough to pass out. Her ear, pressed on his chest just like one of her palms, captured the sounds of his quick heartbeat, lulling her to sleep. He fondly caressed her back, remembering how much he had longed for this much sweet intimacy in his life.

"Thank you, Akemi."

"What for?," she laughed, her eyes already closed.

"For everything... your patience, all this, you know...," he explained shyly. "And for giving my life a new purpose."

"And what would that be?"

"Staying by your side for the rest of my life, protecting you at all costs."

He wasn't the kind of man to make promises that he didn't intend to keep. This he swore to fulfill until his last minute on Earth, and she didn't doubt for a second that he would. There wasn't much left for her to say, so she only nuzzled him. Her arms wrapped him tightly, sighing softly against his rough skin.

One of Akemi's last thoughts before dozing off was the initial purpose of her visit to Iwagakure. Now that she had met Han, she couldn't just go into that village to meet her friend and leave him behind. Who knew on what terms he had abandoned his village. What if he attacked some guards before trespassing the main gates, or if he had been declared a missing nin that had to be captured on sight...? There was a lot to consider and weigh before making the next move, but she wasn't in the right state of mind to do any of that. All these were problems for future Akemi, because her present self seriously needed a quiet break now. Ignoring all that, her mind finally got some much-needed rest as soon as she heard Han snoring. The wind blew softly, rustling the leaves of the trees standing around them, producing the most beautiful lullaby lovers could ask for as they took a nap there.