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Belonging	By : LordOfMeh Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1267 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Belonging

To the world you might be one person, but to one person you might be the world.
~Author Unknown
Shikamaru watched the sky from a gently sloping hill overlooking the road into Konoha. The clouds were few and far between today, but they were satisfyingly fluffy and careless as they floated across the blue like cotton balls on a Caribbean sea. He closed his eyes for a moment as the wind picked up and he listened to the ancient sycamores as they shook their creaky branches and rustled their leaves indignantly at the passing breeze.

Reluctantly, he sat up and reached into his vest pocket, pulling out his lighter and a crisp cigarette. He watched the silver metal catch the sun as he flicked open the lid with one hand and held the cigarette upright between the thumb and forefinger of the other. He studied the thin, white cylinder for a moment, noting the woody smell and the way it crunched between his fingers. �Well,� he said with a sigh, shifting the stick so it rested familiarly between his index and middle finger, �here�s to you, Azuma.� He smiled up at the sky before bringing the cigarette to his mouth, pinching it between his lips.

The lighter clicked as his finger rolled over the thumbwheel and depressed the flint. There was a spark and a bright yellow flame shot up through the chimney and caught the breeze. He held his hand around it protectively, but the fire flickered spastically and then blew out. With his hand still cupped around the lighter, he ignited it again only to have it blown out again a half a second later. Grumbling, he raised his knees to his chest and resituated himself for a third go when a voice cooed behind him.
�I�ll just blow it out again.�

Shikamaru shook his head and laughed to himself as Temari tugged the fan off of her back with a sigh. She rolled her load-bearing shoulder and swung her arms wearily before she sat down on the grass facing him and leaned her chest into his shins. Resting her chin on the worn fabric covering his knees, she reached around his legs to pull the cigarette from his lips, leaving them slightly parted. She kept her eyes trained on his mouth as she palmed the stick and let her hand fall into his lap. �It�s a dirty habit,� she murmured, but the way she said it made it sound like that was a damned good thing. Shikamaru smirked and tugged playfully at the lower right pigtail.

Her lips curved into a slight frown as she waved his hand away and placed the cigarette between her own lips to free her hands.
The daylight filtered softly through her golden hair and streaked it with pale yellow as she pulled out the hair-ties one at a time. He leaned back on his elbows and watched the sun sparkle in her hair as she ruffled it into a crimped and unruly mane. Still holding the cigarette between her lips, she held a hand out to Shikamaru who shifted his weight heavily and slapped the lighter into her palm.
She held it out ceremoniously and used her other hand to open the lighter cap on its hinge. Awkwardly, she pushed down on the wheel and button creating a dancing fire with a zip-click. Craning her neck and hugging his knees closer to her chest, she brought the end of the cigarette to the flame and drew the smoke into her mouth, exhaling it immediately.

�See how ridiculous you look?� she asked teasingly as she lowered her eyes and sucked on the tip, hollowing her cheeks. Shikamaru�s eyes glazed over as she slowly pulled the cigarette away from her mouth, brushing her fingers lightly against her lips. She turned her head to exhale, but the smoke burned the back of her throat, making her inhale sharply instead. The smoke invaded her lungs, and she hacked out a series of deep, chest-rattling coughs.

�Ridiculous,� he agreed with a good-natured smile. She glared at him through watery eyes and pulled her arm back to fling the offending stick far away, but he caught her wrist and lowered her hand to his mouth. His lips brushed against her fingers, causing a tingle to run up her arm as he reclaimed his precious tobacco. He took a deep breath and drew the warm air far into his lungs, feeling it swirl and eddy around his stomach. Exhaling slowly, he watched the wind carry away the smoke.

He put the cigarette out in the ground and looked up at Temari. Her chin was back on his knee, her arms around his legs again and she was gazing at him with a dreamy look in her dark green eyes. He loved her like this, content and quiet. He propped one arm under his head and placed a hand above her knee, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb.

�I missed you,� he confessed. She smiled down at him and Shikamaru tightened his grip on her thigh, urging her forward. She complied willingly and he straightened his legs to allow her to recline into him. Her right arm stretched across his reposed body and anchored her to the ground as she leaned down to brush a kiss against his lips. The hand on her thigh moved up to her face as their lips met and pressed together tentatively. She pulled away slightly and he studied her face, his fingertips tracing down her cheekbones and across her jaw. She chewed her lip as he looked deep into her eyes. Her pupils dilated slightly as she leaned in for another kiss.

Temari felt her lips meld softly against Shikamaru�s again as his hand slid back into her hair. His other hand wound around her waist and pulled her on top of him. She broke the kiss and opened her eyes to see his face flush with anticipation, his brown eyes practically glowing with the black fire of lust. Knowing her face was a mirror image of his own, she pressed her lips to his ear.

�I missed you, too,� she whispered to him. Placing light kisses across his cheek, she worked her way back to his mouth. His lips were partly open and his breath was coming in short, urgent pants. She whimpered with desire and, no longer master of her self-control, she crushed her mouth into his already parted lips. Their tongues slid against each other obsessively, aching to taste the other.

Shikamaru�s hands pressed along her spine, pulling her closer into him as they drank each other in. Temari flinched and leaned back when his vest dug into her chest, inhaling deeply as she tried to remember zippers 101. She sat up as Shikamaru gripped the top of his vest and yanked the zipper down obligingly. Straddling his hips, she ran her hands across his chest, savouring the feel of his muscles flexing when he leaned up to pull off the bulky article. He tossed it carelessly to the side and reached for her poncho. She leaned forward allowing him to pull it over her head and it, too, was tossed carelessly onto the growing pile of clothing.

Tearing off her hitae-ate with a flourish, she ground her hips into his teasingly before leaning back into his chest. He let out a groan quickly followed by a dark laugh.

�Troublesome woman,� he complained, chuckling. Temari reached behind her back and fumbled with the knot of her belt.

�Yeah,� she smirked as she teased it loose and the front of her yukata fell open just enough for Shikamaru to see she wasn�t wearing a stitch underneath. �I can be a real pain in the ass.� She lingered over the last word salaciously, piquing his curiosity. He slid his hands down the small of her back and around the curve of her hip where his fingers met only her smooth skin.

Shikamaru couldn�t suppress a hearty laugh and he looked up at her admiringly. She had probably walked all this way from Suna completely naked under her dress. Any woman willing to do that for him was definitely not troublesome. �I love you,� he said, breaking out into another fit of laughter.

Temari leaned back into his chest and combed her fingers through his ponytail. �I love you, too,� she smiled back at him before raising an eyebrow, �and I hope that showed you just how much� she added, biting lustily into the side of his neck as she slid her hips over his. She stopped when she was pressed squarely over his growing erection and moaned his name softly in his ear. Shikamaru inhaled sharply as desire stabbed him in the heart and sucked the blood down to his groin. He dug his fingers into her flesh, covered her mouth with his and hungrily sought out her tongue. Raising his body into hers, he desperately searched for that flash of delicious friction and, finding it together, they gripped fiercely at each other, whimpering and panting into each other�s open lips.

Without much warning, Shikamaru slid a hand up to Temari�s back and rolled on top of her. He lowered her onto her back and sat up with his knees carefully on either side of her thigh. She watched breathlessly as he tugged his shirt out of his pants, biting her lip at the sight of his stomach hollowing slightly when he pulled it off over his head. He studied her as she laid in the grass, her breasts half exposed and undulating with each shallow breath, her eyes half closed and riveted on him.

The sight of her as she sucked her lip, vainly trying to ease her craving for the pressure of his mouth, was too pretty not to watch. He reached out his hand and felt his breath slow as he traced her lower lip with his left thumb. She purred and took it into her mouth, causing Shikamaru�s breathing to stop entirely. Sensing his attention, she shifted her gaze languidly into his eyes and swirled her tongue around his digit. She arched her back slightly and moaned, knowing the vibration would drive him mad. He groaned and fell onto his left elbow, his thumb now secured lightly between her teeth as she ran the tip of her silky tongue in circles around the flatness of the pad.
�Pain in the...� he began, but a fresh groan rumbled through his chest as he remembered the taut bare skin of her ass. Running a hand up the inside of her thigh, he slid his unoccupied thumb under the fabric until it came into contact with the warm junction he was aching for. She gasped as he dipped his thumb into her wetness and drew it forward slowly, savouring the feel of her parting for him, until he felt the throbbing bead roll under his thumb. He rubbed it experimentally, causing her to sigh and her roll her hips deliciously into his hand. Satisfied with the result, he replaced his thumb with the heel of his hand and slid two fingers deep into her. He swallowed hard when he thought of how she tasted, there between her legs. He planted kisses down her neck as he established a rhythm, shifting his hands in response to the gorgeous, breathy sounds that escaped her reddened lips.

Unconsciously, she began to suck lightly on his thumb again, slowly matching the tempo of the hand moving between her thighs. The sensory overload of being taken into her body from both places was entirely too much for him and he pulled his thumb from her mouth with an apologetic smile. She gave him a distracted pout as his newly freed hand brushed her cheek gently and moved down her shoulder, taking with it the collar of her yukata and exposing a breast to the warm summer air. Unable to resist, he lightly kissed the underside and traced his tongue around to the warm peak, smiling inside as he felt her shudder and tense under the palm of his busier hand.

Her hand reached down and intertwined her fingers into his and guided it across her body to the other side of her shoulder. She traced her fingers down the contours of his torso leaving a wake of electric prickles on his skin, and wrapped her hand around the belt buckle, using it to pull him on top of her. She undid the clasp and the zipper before resting a leg on his hip. It was a hint he was all too willing to take. He nestled his head into her neck, taking in the heady scent of her and the sweet grass as he slowly pushed into her. She urgently yanked off his hair-tie and tangled her fingers into his hair, gripping it at the base of his neck, her back arching off the ground and a cry of ecstasy caught in her throat. When he was completely inside of her, he heard himself whisper in her ear.

�You belong here.� He didn�t know if he meant with him or in Konoha, but right now, feeling her body move around him, he couldn�t be bothered to think coherently.

Temari gasped as she felt the friction build hotly between their bodies, fuelled by desire and love, lust and adoration. Shikamaru raised his head and rested his forehead against hers, his dark brown eyes looking hazily into her heavy-lidded green ones. They were close and he wanted so badly to watch her. Their lips brushed together in abstract kisses, the tips of their tongues pushing out to taste. Slowly, Temari�s eyes slid closed and her fingers began to tighten their grip on his neck and shoulder. Shikamaru felt her entire lower body tighten and he sucked on her lower lip. Her breath on his cheek became more and more ragged, degrading into random gulps and gasps until, for a split second, it became nothing. Shikamaru watched her eyes roll back into her head and she grit her teeth. He rested his cheek against hers.

�My god, you're beautiful,� he breathed.

Temari cried out as she clamped down around him so violently, it sent a shockwave through her body and a spasm rolled up her back, arching it impossibly. Hopeless to hold out any longer, Shikamaru gripped her hips and pushed into her one last time. He bit his lip against the intensely exquisite agony of his own release and heard a breathy whimper from Temari as she felt his climax resonate with hers.

They felt the breeze brush over their heated bodies and a few leaves danced across the grass. Temari smiled weakly up at Shikamaru willing her eyes to focus on the world again. The wind blew his hair across her face and she squinted against the sunlight as it flickered through the trembling leaves. She couldn�t see his face, but she felt his smile as she tilted her head and kissed his cheek.

His chest shimmered with sweat as he rolled his weight off of her. They lay in the grass silently, fingers intertwined and resting on her bare stomach until their breathing slowed. Shikamaru shifted onto his side and kissed the valley of her breasts, earning him a contented sigh.

�We should probably go into town now,� she lamented as she played with the loose strands of his hair.

�Mmm,� he disagreed, kissing her wrist. �I think I want to watch the clouds just a little longer.� She laughed at him gently and shifted her gaze back to the sky. Shikamaru leaned forward on his elbows and cloud-watched through the reflection in her eyes.
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A/N: Reviews are good AFF Karma! Even if its to tell me how much it sucks :)

This is the first sex I�ve written ever, but don�t be gentle! This story has not been beta�d (I need one!) so I'm sorry if some parts sounded like a game of twister. Its my Achilles heel (how do you three/moresome writers keep track of all those body parts?!). Help me, please?
The setting for this story was actually inspired by MartianMallows� really hot one-shot �Suck and Blow� so go visit the story at http://naruto.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600101403.
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