Time to meet the parents! [During the summer holidays at Kushina's house. Open to anyone who'd be there, I guess :)]

She shrugged. "I couldn't have, either. Just relax, 'kay? Done's done, and we're here now. We got all summer to enjoy ourselves..." to get him back on the right track, she pulled him in and rubbed her crotch against his.

He groaned a little with the sensation, but he pretty much wasn't in the mood right now. "Uhm. Should we even.. do this? I mean, if you're still kinda.. Hurt. Down There."

She huffed. "I'm not. I heal quickly." she pulled him in for a kiss instead.

"Mmmhmmhhp..." after a while, he broke away and panted. "Didn't uhm. The doctors. Say something. About it?" He didn't quite trust her self-judgment. Not after nearly having to sit on her to keep her from running around on a broken leg.

"Guess they did. I didn't really listen." she said honestly, shrugging.

Minato gaped. "You didn't... listen. Kushina," he pushed her back from his crotch pointedly, "you gotta take care of yourself. Seriously."

"Oh, come on! I'm feeling perfectly well!" she argued, pouting at him.

"Yeah, you feel really well. Right up until ya don't feel well any more. What if - if we do it and ya start bleeding suddenly? I don't want that to happen!" An edge of hysteria crept into his voice.

A small groan. "It's been over TWO months, 'Nato. Down there is one of the places ya heal the fstest cuz of more blood circulation, 'ttebane." she huffed.

"And the.. wha'? I didn't.. that sounds like biology," he looked at her dubiously. "Since when do you follow biology? You've been there for two classes since Christmas!"

"Uhm. I kinda asked Mum about how long it takes to heal stuff down there. "Lied by telling her I'd scraped myself down there with my nail. They were getting rather long at that time."

"....oh."
There was a pause filled with Minato considering.
"If you want to tell your parents, it's.. it's okay. I'll.. go with you. And take the blame."

She blushed and shook her head once more. "I... Really don't want to tell them."

"Okay. If.. I'm here now, anyway, and if, if you start hurting, or anything happens, we'll, we'll deal with it. Okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

Just then, Francois called up the stairs. "Kushina?" "Ye?" "Your mother says food's done!"

Awgoddammit. "Uhm... guess we better get dressed then," Minato blushed.

"Uh... Yeah." a weak grin, another blush, and she began putting her clothes back on.

"They.. are.. totally gonna think we. Uhm. Did it. Aren't they?" He started looking for his pants.

"... Probably." she just shrugged, however, pulling her shirt back on.

"...okay." Apparently this was nothing to fuss over. Didn't stop him from, well, fussing. Pants, socks... "Where did you throw my shirt?"

"Uhm... Oh, 's in the hanging chair." she pointed.

"Right.." he found it and put it on. "Is my hair uhm. Messed up?" 'Does my hair look like we just fucked' wasn't a question Minato could bring himself to ask.

"Not more than usually." she said honestly.

"...ah." He still grinned. "Do I.. need a haircut or something?" He ran a hand through his hair, which didn't change its appearance much.

She shook her head. "I like it as it is."