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Sharing Shikamaru's Favorite Seat	By : Polymer Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2596 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto created Naruto Shippuden, I didn’t. The anime and manga is licensed and owned by Shonen Jump. I make no money for the writing of this story.

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- 1-Sharing Shikamaru's Favorite Seat
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Afternoon in Konoha saw the shadows creeping along the streets, especially the huge one from the Hokage tower. Several floors up on an apartment building was a bench under an overhang. With just the right angle, a person could see the clouds passing overhead by lying on their side. On the other hand, take a nap in the cool shade at the hottest part of the day in the Land of Fire.

Its usual occupant was stretched out with arms folded behind his head, eyes shut. On his right sleeve was stitched the metal plate of the hidden leaf. Another shadow fell across him with the slight jingle of metal on metal, and that of a pair of women’s sandals on the rooftop.

He could hear a cough in a familiar tone of voice, “I finally found you, crybaby.”

“You’re hiding the clouds,” Shikamaru murmured, glancing up at the shadow that blocked his view.

“And you’re taking up the whole bench,” Temari griped, her eyes gleaming a bit.

“This is my favorite cloud watching spot,” Shikamaru replied, yawning.

Temari removed her fan and leaned it against the railing before she walked over to Shikamaru and rested a hand on his belly. “I don’t see your name on it.”

“Troublesome woman,” Shikamaru got out before he felt the weight of a woman sitting on his legs.

“Well if you’re not going to move I still want to sit down,” Temari challenged, her lips twitching into a smirk of her own.

Grumbling a bit Shikamaru pushed himself to sit up partly by flattening his palms on the bench top. “I’m NOT the bench!”

“Well your skinny legs aren’t that comfortable so I need to move anyhow,” Temari argued back, rising up and shifting down until she swung a leg over and sat directly on his pelvis.

“Now cut that out, you troublesome woman! I just wanted to watch clouds, not mess around,” Shikamaru complained, glaring at her.

“The only way you’ll get me to move is if you move me yourself, you lazyass,” Temari countered, sticking her tongue out at him. Damn that short skirt she wore with the mesh leggings.

“Suit yourself,” Shikamaru answered, yawning despite the fact he was sure he was going to get rather hard under her. Yet he did not have the energy to move her, feeling too comfortable on the bench, and he was not going to remark about a woman’s weight because she wasn’t that heavy in his lap.

A vein popped up on Temari’s brow glaring at him. “Don’t you even CARE I’m invading your space, crybaby?”

“Not really. Now if you don’t mind I’ll get back to my nap now. Do whatever you want,” Shikamaru answered, folding his arms behind his head, willing his body not to respond to her but it was hard. With another yawn, he stretched out so Temari saw his chunin vest ride up enough to reveal his shirt underneath.

“You are so damn lazy!” Temari huffed, grabbing the front of his vest in frustration. “You’ve got a beautiful girl in your lap and you’re just going to sit there…”

“Lie there,” Shikamaru corrected. “And who said you were pretty.”

The blonde kunoichi from the sand ranted, “You jerk! Whatever, lie there like nothing’s going on?”

“I DID say I was comfortable, and that you could do what you wanted didn’t I?” Shikamaru grumbled, opening one eye to glare up at her.

Temari’s eyes widened now Shikamaru blushed. Blood ran not only to his face but also to where his pants felt very tight thanks to her sitting there and wriggling in annoyance. “I guess there’s on part of you that isn’t lazy?”

“Don’t be silly. It’s just a biological reaction,” Shikamaru insisted, sitting up by propping his arms under his torso.

“So you DO think I’m pretty, after all, crybaby?” Temari smirked, resting her hands on his chest. She slid her fingers down so they slipped under his chunin vest, lightly tickling him through his black shirt.

“Mmm,” Shikamaru hummed, leaning back and closing his eyes.

“I asked you a question, lazy ass!” Temari reiterated, rocking her hips down on his bulge.

“Hmmm…” Shikamaru moaned softly, enjoying what she was doing.

“Don’t just lay there, do something? Do I have to do ALL the work?” Temari huffed, bending down so her face dangled within inches of his. “Or is your crotch the only part of you that isn’t lazy?”

“I’m not stopping you, so that IS doing something,” Shikamaru replied, giving her what passed for a bored look. “And maybe despite the fact you’re a loud, troublesome woman who has little sex appeal I’m enjoying my nap and cloud watching today…”

“Zero SEX appeal? You are SUCH a pain in the ass!” Temari growled, gripping him and shaking him a bit.

“Ahhh…” the genius got out. He bent up so their heads almost collided, and caught her lips in a kiss, moving just the right angle.

Temari’s wide eyes fluttered shut with the invasion of his warm lips tasting of kelp, and something else. Even though he didn’t like sweet things like the dango he tasted on her lips, the fact it was her flavor mingled with them made it pleasant. Now Shikamaru arched his hips a bit so she slid down and straddled his belly and he could slide his tongue against the seam of her lips. Gripping his vest Temari forught the urge to push away because one, he was very good at kissing; two, she was enjoying this very much.

Then she pushed away and glared down at him, about to yell, “You pervert! You deliberately lured me here not caring…”

Before her hand could do anything else, she noticed Shikamaru’s fingers behind his head assuming a familiar position.

“Oh no you don’t,” she got out, watching the shadows creep over every part of her body and lock her in place.

“In the afternoon the shadows are at a good angle,” Shikamaru mumbled, bringing his hands in front of him once she sat up and tried to get off him. “And how am I a pervert when you sat in MY lap to begin with and made your own lewd comments about my manhood?”

“Manhood this you lazy ass… let me go or…” Temari ranted, fuming in a way he found scary and attractive.

“What will you do when I let you go, and what will you do to make me let you go, uh?” Shikamaru asked, smirking. Temari glared at him still feeling the shadowy hands creeping under her cloths in strange ways.

“Ahh… stop cheating! Do you want me to strangle… you?” Temari yelped, gritting her teeth.

Finding it harder to concentrate with her there, panting and licking her lips Shikamaru released his jutsu. Instantly Temari grabbed at his vest, yanked the zipper down and pinned his hands with her other hand. Bending down she locked her legs around his pelvis and the bench while shoving her lips onto his with deep thrusts of her tongue invading his mouth.

Shikamaru managed another sign, forming his fingers despite her grasping both his wrists together. More of his shadow tentacles worked their way under her clothes at the same time she ground down on him, slipped her hand under his shirt to pinch and rub his chest. Removing her mouth from his, she then nipped and suckled on his ear.

“Troublesome,” Shikamaru panted, wriggling under her.

“Not THERE,” Temari gasped, squeezing her eyes shut at the wriggling that had crept over her breasts and the other moving under her underwear.

Shifting back once she realized he wasn’t restraining her, Temari still clutched his hands together and wriggled back to his thighs. She used her free hand to tug at his button and zipper, causing Shikamaru to yelp, “Hey!”

“You’re the one who started this, and you’re not going to be so lazy that you won’t finish it?” Temari whispered. “Besides, you owe me for saving your lazy ass from that sound ninja.”

“Owe you?” the genius frowned, struggling to wriggle his fingers and slip his shadows into very intimate places. She pulled out his length from his boxers, making him shiver as she ran her hands up and down it. Immediately he blushed beet red.

“How do you like that?” Temari asked, releasing his hands. Shikamaru grabbed her shoulders at that instant, grabbing at the huge bow around her back.

“Out in public? Are you nuts?” he hissed.

“You’re the genius remember? If you were THAT worried you wouldn’t have lured me here with your little game,” Temari grinned, rubbing and tugging at him so much he thought he was going to lose it immediately.

Unlocking her legs from around the bench, Temari then knelt on either side, pulling at his length. Shikamaru swallowed at the millions of thoughts running through his head at that moment. He reached between them and tugged her underwear aside, sitting up enough so he could thrust fingers into her core and loosen her up.

“Ahh…” he groaned.

“Mmm, now you’re not lazy all of a sudden,” Temari gasped, biting back a whimper at his fingers under her panties.

“If we’re going to do this, you’d better keep your clothes on,” Shikamaru whispered, pulling aside her crotch.

“That’s what I planned to do,” she whispered, positioning him near her opening.

“Are you sure you want this?” Shikamaru asked, through the haze of lust. “I mean I don’t just do this with anyone.”

“Good, because I’d have to kill you if you did,” Temari answered, smirking as he helped position her. In an instant Shikamaru sank into a warm soft vise.

“Ahhh…. Man…” Shikamaru groaned, closing his eyes because they were rolling back in his head. He lay back, savoring the feel of penetrating a woman for the first time while Temari braced her hands on his chest and panted.

“It hurts,” she whispered.

“Are you ok?” Shikamaru asked, looking up at her as he rested one hand on her hip and rubbed it soothingly.

“Yes, I think so,” Temari panted, eyes watering as she adjusted to the sensation.

Shikamaru then sat up so he straddled the bench and she straddled him. He then let out a low hiss of desire at the motion pushing him up into her so his tip bumped into something. It felt very naughty and forbidden to be so intimately imbedded in her with both their clothes on.

“It’s going to be messy,” Shikamaru whispered, feeling Temari resting her head on his shoulder while he embraced her.

“Why are you staying still, lazy ass?” she whispered.

“So you can get used to this, since you’re in pain,” he said softly. “Plus I kind of would like to process what’s going on.”

Temari’s embarrassed look and blush made him worry so he gave her the chance to keep her face in his shoulder, biting her lips as he gave small lazy thrusts up into her.

“It doesn’t hurt as much now,” she confessed.

“Some things you got to take your time with,” Shikamaru mumbled. “Or you’ll miss enjoying them.”

“Are you saying you’re… enjoying this… with me?” Temari stammered, lifting her head from his shoulder.

“I’d enjoy it more if we were in my room, actually,” Shikamaru confessed.

“Don’t try to wriggle out of this one. You started it, you finish it,” Temari panted, bracing her hands on his shoulders for advantage to rise up and down.

Shikamaru made a face, cursing under his breath as he gripped Temari’s hips and slammed up into her a few times. Inside her Temari felt something leaking and squirting her core. It felt awkward, embarrassing, and sticky, yet Shikamaru’s funny face almost made her laugh. “Now look you made me come too early…”

“It’s ok,” Temari whispered, flattered that she had had that effect on him.

Shikamaru buried his head in her shoulder panting for breath, whispering, “No it’s not.”

Stil inside her he started to rock a bit. His hands squeezed and pinched at her breasts through her clothing enough to cause her to yelp and bit her lip. Then he reached between them with his other hand and tickled at the place where their bodies joined in just the right way with his grunting thrusts up. Even though he was spent, it was still enough to make her giddy and force her to try to breathe.

Temari whimpered, bitting down on his neck. She saw blinding flashes of light like stars or explosions, shaking there on him until she caught her breath. Shikamaru still hugged her a bit, rubbing her until she settled down.

“Let’s go to my room,” Shikamaru mumbled as he looked at her seriously in a way Temari never expected.

“What do you mean?” Temari began.

“We didn’t use protection, and if I get you pregnant with children, I want to take responsibility,” said Shikamaru firmly. “Besides, I think you need to meet my family first.”

“Wait,” Temari got out before she processed what he was saying. Shikamaru gave her an irritated impatient look, as if he was annoyed she didn’t get it.

“I don’t just do this with anyone, Temari,” Shikamaru repeated, frowning.

“I’m sticky, and I don’t want to move, but I guess we have to, huh?” Temari said with a small chuckle.

“Yeah, and thanks to you I need another nap.” Shikamaru replied, glancing around them. He yawned again and rested his head on her shoulder.

Temari and he wriggled apart enough so that both could help clean one another off with clothes from their packs. Shikamaru blushed as he saw a bit of blood and wanted to help but she insisted on folding the cloth and fashioning a makeshift pad instead. As she did this, he wiped himself off and put himself back together. Then both of them stood up. Temari picked up her fan, slinging it over her shoulder.

“Let’s go,” he muttered, stuffing hands in his pockets. Temari bent down to his surprise, wrapped an arm around his waist, and boosted him over her shoulder.

“Hey, what’s the big idea? The man’s supposed to carry the woman!” protested Shikamaru.

“You tell me the way, lazyass. I want you to have all your energy for showing me your room,” Temari said as she felt him wriggling.
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