No.

Naruto pushes Tenten's head away, scooting back.

"Ah, Tenten, are you OK?"

She licks her lips and sits up, oblivious to the fact Naruto is staring gapingly at her chest.

"I feel fine, g-great actually," she says blushing, "But... I would feel a lot better if you let me..." she looks away, her face turning red, "Well, you know..."

No, he doesn't know. At least, he refuses to believe that's what she's thinking.

"Tenten, I don't think I'm even capable of that," he doesn't even want to know... well maybe he does, but his cock is fucking /sore/. How long was she sucking on him?

She doesn't say anything as he stands up, instead, her eyes gravitate from his eyes, downward.

Naruto doesn't follow her eyes, "What's wrong with you Tenten?"

She's flustered, her skin red and her breathing shallow and rapid. Her nipples are erect and what scant clothing covers her lower regions doesn't hide the powerful smell of arousal and sweat generated down there.

But for the life of him, Naruto can't understand what's going on. The only reasonable conclusion is that he's dreaming - the last thing he remembers is Tenten and him returning from a successful reconnaissance mission, a light pang of pain in his stomach, but nothing else. Everything after is fuzzy.

And Tenten... why is she acting this way? Did he say something? Was she under a genjutsu? Not that he didn't think he wasn't desirable... sure he was the host of the kyuubi, but she didn't know that!

Naruto only knows one thing:

"Tenten, maybe you should get dressed, we need to get back to Konoha so we can get out intel to Tsunade."

Tenten's eyes are still locked in place. A gentle smile on her face.

"You're wrong."

"Huh?" What was she going at?

"What are you talking about-"

Tenten tackles him.

Her lithe body is quick and agile, the surprise and speed of her attack enough to get him off his feet and onto the ground again.

Her breasts press into his naked chest. They're lacquered in sweat and something else.

Tenten's hot breath is on his neck.

The tip of him presses against her supple stomach.

"You're definitely capable of /that/," she grins wickedly, a searing kiss pushing the back of Naruto's head into the dirt.