After hanging out with her for a while, Travis made his way back to his apartment. The soft glow of the village's evening lights lit his path as a sense of anticipation bubbled in his chest. Tonight was the night—the great reveal.
Once home, he prepped everything meticulously: straightened up the place, set out some snacks and drinks, and even queued up a few games he knew would ease the tension. When everything was just right, he sat on the couch, bouncing his knee anxiously, waiting for 6 o'clock to strike.
"This is gonna be fun," he thought with a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips.
Right on time, a knock echoed through the apartment.
Travis shot up, his heart skipping a beat. He swung the door open to find not only her—but standing right beside her—Minato and Kushina, both wearing warm smiles. Well… Kushina's was warm. Minato's smile faltered for a brief second when his eyes locked with Travis's, as if something behind those calm blue eyes flickered.
Before he could process it, Kushina stepped forward, her arms outstretched.
"Travis, it's nice to see you," she said, her voice laced with casual familiarity, though she acted like they hadn't seen each other in weeks.
Travis returned the hug, letting a small chuckle escape. "Yeah, it is. What's up, Minato? How was the mission?"
Minato gave a nonchalant shrug. "It went well. Can't go into detail though—top secret info," he said with a hint of a grin, clearly expecting Kushina to laugh at his mock-serious tone.
Instead, she elbowed him lightly, frowning. "That's rude."
Minato blinked. "Oh, sorry," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
Travis stepped aside, motioning for them to come in. As they entered, the air grew noticeably heavier—like a layer of unsaid words hovered between them. But Travis wasn't one to let silence linger.
With his usual charm, he cracked a few jokes, eased the tension, and soon had them all laughing. The group gathered around the living room.
Kushina, sitting cross-legged with a focused expression, sipped slowly from her drink. She wanted to stay sharp, to be fully present. Tonight mattered. There was something in the way her eyes occasionally flicked toward Travis, measuring, waiting.
Minato, on the other hand, was going full throttle—tossing back drink after drink like he was trying to forget something. His words became looser, his laughter louder, until he was sprawled half-sideways on the couch, pointing at the screen with a dopey grin.
Travis watched them both, heart pounding—not from nerves, but from excitement. The moment was getting closer.
He glanced at the clock. Almost time.
After some time, with the sound of laughter still echoing faintly from the living room, Travis leaned toward Kushina with a casual smile.
"Hey, mind helping me with dinner?" he asked, his voice calm but carrying a subtle edge.
Kushina glanced at him, eyes gleaming with something unspoken. "Sure," she said without hesitation, standing up smoothly.
They made their way into the kitchen, the shift in energy almost immediate once the door closed behind them. The moment their eyes met, the thin thread of restraint snapped.
Their bodies crashed together in a sudden, heated kiss. Lips locked, hungry and unrelenting, their tongues met in a fierce dance—raw and desperate like they'd been holding back for too long. His hands slid down to her waist, gripping tightly, pulling her closer. Her arms coiled around his neck, fingers threading through his hair as she leaned into him with complete abandon.
For a brief moment, they paused, breathing hard, their foreheads nearly touching. Travis wore a lopsided smirk as his fingers roamed lower, gripping her with confidence.
"You seem excited," he murmured, voice low and teasing.
"I guess I have a thing about doing it while people might be watching," Kushina whispered with a small, breathy laugh, her lips brushing against his neck before trailing soft, electric kisses down to his collarbone. "I don't know why... it just does something to me."
"Nice," he said, voice growing huskier. "I've always wanted a fun girlfriend."
With a wicked grin, he gave her a playful smack on her perfectly curved ass, drawing a small, surprised yelp from her. She bit her lip and shot him a mock glare, cheeks flushed, her pout playful and inviting.
"Shhh—he might hear," she said in a hushed tone, glancing toward the door.
Travis leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "Don't act like you wouldn't like that."
Her breath hitched—just a little. But the look in her eyes said everything.
They had barely begun dinner before their hands started wandering. Between chopping vegetables and stirring sauce, Travis and Kushina kept brushing against one another—fingers trailing, touches lingering just a little too long. The chemistry simmered between them like the pot on the stove.
At one point, Travis slipped behind her, arms around her waist, lips brushing her neck. Kushina let out a soft gasp, tilting her head slightly as his mouth traveled along her skin, warm and teasing. Their lips met hungrily, but they were interrupted by the sudden creak of footsteps.
Minato.
He appeared at the doorway just as they separated, breathless but composed. "Hey," he said casually. "Where's the bathroom again?"
Kushina, heart racing, nodded toward the hallway. "Second door on the right."
As soon as Minato disappeared, they paused only a moment before diving back in. Travis gripped Kushina by the hips and lifted her onto the counter, his fingers already sliding beneath her skirt.
She didn't need a single word. Her legs parted willingly, her eyes locked on his with an eager blush across her cheeks. The soft kitchen light reflected off the slickness between her thighs—glistening and wet, her arousal unmistakable. A thin string of her essence clung to the inside of her thigh as her breathing grew shallow.
Travis let out a quiet groan at the sight, his fingers brushing gently up her inner thigh, teasing, not yet touching. Her hips twitched in response, aching for more.
Then—a sudden flush.
They froze.
Kushina snapped her legs shut, her skirt falling just in time. Travis spun around, grabbing the wooden spoon and pretending to stir the sauce like nothing had happened, even though his heart pounded in his ears.
Minato strolled past the kitchen, giving a brief nod, completely unaware.
As soon as he disappeared back into the living room, silence settled.
Then Kushina's hand slowly reached back for Travis, pulling him toward her again. Her voice was barely a whisper, breath hot against his ear.
"Now… where were we?"
Travis's fingers moved with deliberate care, circling her clit in slow, lazy strokes. It was a touch that might not have done much for most women—but Kushina was an exception.
Right now, her entire body felt like one raw nerve, hypersensitive to every graze of his skin. It was like her senses had been rewired—every breath, every brush of air, every whisper of contact sent sparks rippling through her.
She trembled slightly beneath his touch, her thighs twitching around his hand. The soft, slick sound of his fingers moving against her echoed faintly between them, barely louder than her soft gasps.
Heat bloomed low in her belly, spreading like wildfire through her limbs. Her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, and her pussy fluttered in response to the teasing pressure—clenching around nothing, desperate for more.
'God... it feels too good, ' she thought, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. A soft, needy moan slipped from her lips—barely audible, but heavy with desire.
She couldn't stop it. She didn't want to.
Her hips bucked subtly, as if her body had a mind of its own, seeking out more friction, more of his fingers—more of him. Travis watched her with a crooked smirk, loving the way she unraveled beneath his touch. And still, he didn't rush.
He wanted to savor her.
TO BE CONTINUED
[A/N: Please Check My New Novel; Lustful Vengeance]