No.

"Ah, I can't, sorry. Oba–Tsunade-sama wants to see me before noon and I don't have much time..."

She frowns, but nods, "That's too bad, I was just thinking about you too..." she purrs, poking him on the nose, "Maybe later tonight?"

"U-Un, I'll definitely be here."

She nods again, "I'll go change, just have a seat."

Naruto sighs in relief when Temari is gone. That was close!

He shuffles to the couch before the small television set. Notes and papers are stacked on the glass coffee table there.

He dumps his body into the couch, sighing in relief, but also noticing there's presence in the room.

His erection.

Ino was right... not having sex a whole night was tough, just seeing Temari like that made it hard to think of anything but sex.

Licking his dry lips, he tries to remember what he has to do-- he has to... tell Temari what's going on. He has to get her to help him.

Minutes later, Temari has returned.

She's wearing a tight solid-black kimono when she returns. It hugs her hips and chest, accentuating her long legs. Her hair is back into its usual four-pony tails.

He blinks three times. Vanishing the thoughts that are prodding his mind.

She laughs, "Are you sure you don't want me to take care of that?" she points to his crotch.

"N-No, that's fine, Temari-chan,"

"I hope it doesn't get troublesome while we work," she smirks.

"No, it'll be fine."

"If you say so," she's frowning again.

Now might be a good time to tell her who you really are.