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Shadowplay and Hurricanes	By : CosmicStorm14 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2912 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"As you are no doubt aware," Tsunade began, "it is the Hidden Leaf Village's turn to host a summit of the Kage this tri-month."
Tonton squealed in Shizune's arms and she tried to hush the animal to let her Hokage speak.
"Most arrangements have already been made for the event itself so all I need of you is to help prepare the hall for the welcome ceremony."
Shakamaru, Chouji, Neji and TenTen listened to her telling them that they were to work under the command of one of her personal assistants and were not to go blabbing about the details.
"This is only an informal meeting but with a number of Kage the same room, best not to let the news reach the wrong ears."
She would meet with the Kazekage and Raikage the following evening. It was such a hassle to host such an occasion. Much easier when she went to them and didn't have all of the paperwork to do.
The shinobi filed out of the room to set about their preparations, and Tsunade was alone with Shizune and the pig.
"Did you see Shikamaru's face when I told them that Gaara will be accompanied by his sister?"
"I can't say I noticed a change, my lady." Shizune spoke politely; humouring her Lady's little game while the pig wriggled again in her arms.
"Exactly. He tried so hard to look like he didn't care. I doubted my hunch after the last time I gave them an opportunity to admit their feelings to each other. Allowing them to share a room on their mission and nothing happened? I thought maybe I'm wrong, maybe they're just not that into each other." Tsunade grinned as though Shikamaru's reaction today had proved her right all along.
"Perhaps they aren't, My Lady. They've both been very clear on the subject in the past."
"We both know that what people say and what they get up to when they think no one is looking are completely different things! Just remember how Asuma and Kurenai used to be. They kept their secrets hidden better than Shikamaru and Temari do and now…"
She couldn't bring herself to finish her sentence. "The point is, he clearly wants her. We just need to give them time, and a little push in the right direction when necessary."

The hall that they had chosen for the ceremony was lined with lights and bells and banners by the time the team had finished their preparations. It was high summer, one of the longest days, but the foul weather and heavy clouds meant that the daylight was lost before the evening began. Long tables were arranged to stretch away from the front stage where the Kage would sit. Not all of the townspeople were invited to attend, but select Shinobi and their families. Shikamaru was there with others of the Nara clan but sat with his young friend for the festivities.
She was sat by her brother's side on the grand table, dressed all in ceremonial robes of lavender and crimson. Her fair hair was set in its usual high tails, but the tendrils framing her face seemed more artistically woven that usual. Her clothing was formal but still practical for a bodyguard of the Kazekage, and mesh armour showed around her limbs. Temari. It was the first time he had seen her, aside from in his fantasies, since the incident in Tanigakure and it took an embarrassing amount of mental effort to convince his companions that he was focused on their conversation and not their visitor from the Sand. For most of the ceremony, he was able to turn his back to the front of the hall so as not to be tempted to stare, but this was impossible during the Kage speeches.
Life had not been remarkable since their mission to the Land of Rivers. The young Nara had continued his training and travelled on a number of missions but these tedious activities only served to distract him from watching the summer skies and finding worthy shogi partners. He had opted to spend more time in female company and it had not gone unnoticed by those close to him that he had become more confident and forward in speaking with women. But his endeavours had led to no more than the odd kiss and fumble and Shikamaru decided that he wasn't much interested in women after all. No one was worth the trouble.
But then there was Temari.
She was by now well versed in the formalities involved in being one of the Kazekage's personal bodyguards. She sat patiently cursing the whole business while her brother gave his speech. They hadn't been the closest of siblings growing up but she was rather proud of him and the respect that he had at last earned their family. Though they were no longer in immediate danger from the townspeople of the sand, Temari couldn't help but consider them to be threatening in a different form. They held the kind of danger that was no longer spat at them in the streets, but was now veiled behind a shroud of fear and false worship. A part of her suspected that their people truly liked them no more than before, but simply hid their hatred better. Perhaps that was one reason she had not taken a lover from the sand since her first, though a number of suitors had offered. She did not trust their praise and preferred to save her reputation as fearsome, not conquerable.
Temari held her expression of elegance and nobility as best she could through the ceremony and their meal, but the atmosphere became more informal after these traditional pleasantries and she allowed herself a little alcohol and informal conversation. As the other of the Kage's escorts began to mingle with the people of Leaf Village, so did she and soon found herself kidnapped by young Leaf Kunoichi. The girls invited her to sit and drink with them and it would seem rude not to, so she obliged. They swept her away to their table, next to the boys who clustered alongside.
"Temari is back!" Ino announced to the rest of their table. The young men chorused their hellos to her and she nodded a greeting to them in return before they returned to their conversations. Her nod of greeting was aimed at no one in particular. Certainly not at Shikamaru. She had been cruel to him when they had last parted company, and had regretted it, but she would not make the first step to make amends. If he wished to apologise then she would accept it but the stubbornness in her prevented her from saying anything first. And besides, in such a busy gathering it would draw far too much attention to the two of them. Still, she couldn't help but keep an ear to the conversation on his side of the table.
"How are things going with you and Shiho, Shikamaru?" came fragments of their talk. "She's really into you, you know."
Who is Shiho? That girl from the Cypher Core? Not that is matters or affects me in any way, of course, thought Temari. If he's found a nice girl then good for him. I don't care. A pang of jealousy lingered in her gut.
"How about you Temari?" Sakura asked her. It seemed the topic had spread to the female side of the table while her mind was wandering. "How's your love life treating you back in the Hidden Sand Village?"
Shikamaru excused himself from the table. He interrupted Temari saying "there's really not much to tell" to whisper to Chouji that he was fetching them more alcohol. In reality, he just didn't particularly want to hear her answer. Temari would have no trouble in finding other men if she pleased and that was not something he wanted to picture.
He picked his way through the crowd, helloing where appropriate until he reached the bottle bar set up by the entrance to the kitchens. The Leaf had put on a fine spread for their guests and there was both plentiful food and drink to go around. He stood leaning his elbows on the bar. He was in no hurry to return to the table and had left before he had even noted what anyone was drinking.
"Can't stand to look at me then, huh?"
He hadn't heard her approach but spun around when he heard her voice. She was wearing that awful smirk of hers. Had he had more to drink, her expression may have made him turn his smiling face away, bashful. As it was, he met her gaze and answered with whatever vague truth he could find.
"I just don't want anyone to get the wrong idea; for anyone to think I'm interested in anything you have to say."
"We're allowed to enjoy each other's company, Shikamaru," she took his sarcasm with humour and joined him to lean against the bar. "Besides, it might look more suspicious is it looks like we're intentionally avoiding each other."
He couldn't disagree, so changed the subject. "What are you drinking?"
"Umeshu, thank you."
"Really? You always struck me as a neat Shochu kind of person."
She contorted her face in mock disgust. "I can appreciate the taste but not the strength. I've always considered Shochu to be a spirit that tastes better on someone else's lips, wouldn't you agree?"
Is she flirting with me?
She got the attention of the bar worker and he ordered six Chuhai to share around the table, an umeshu to keep Temari happy and a bottle of shochu for himself. It felt strange to see her fully clothed now that he knew her skin. How confidently she went about her life, hiding that body underneath her clothes the whole time. The breasts he had kissed, the thighs he had squeezed. They were so close to each other now but he was unable to touch her where prying eyes might see. They held a secret together. He faced the bar again, pressing his crotch against the wood in the hope that it would hide the sudden growing in his pants.
"Charge these to the Nara clan." He told the bar person.
Temari gave a kind of amused noise through her nose at his generosity. "To the Kazekage." She then addressed her companion, "these are on me."
He nodded a smile of thanks to her, trying not to think about drinking his spirits directly off her naked flesh. Now that the transaction was completed, there was no reason not to return to their table.
"It's…" he began tentatively, "it's good to see you again, Temari. I feel like we parted on bad terms last time and I'm sorry."
"We both could have handled the situation a little better," she accepted his apology, "but it's good to see you too."
They returned to friends who were more drunk than the ones they had left earlier, but that was no bad thing. Shikamaru and Temari sat politely at their opposing ends of the table and enjoyed vulgar games and clumsy storytelling.
Temari stood to excuse herself to the bathroom and Shikamaru couldn't help but wait a few moments before following her. None of their friends were sober enough to have noticed a pattern. He hovered in the hallway out of sight of the event until she returned.
"Can't a girl use the bathroom around here without being followed?" She said to him coldly. After the way he had ignored her earlier in the evening his move was unpredictable but not unwelcome. She was beginning to tire of the bustle in the main hall, anyway.
"I just wanted to say-" he began. He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence. Temari had never met Shiho before and guessed that she was probably quite a pretty girl when she hadn't been drinking. But as she was now, throwing herself onto Shikamaru like he was a pillow, was not a good first impression. Temari folded her arms and stood back to enjoy the spectacle.
"I've been looking for you all over!" She said into Shikamaru's face as his eyes widened in a little panic. It reminded her of the look he had given her in Tanigakure when he had first been confronted by her in only a towel.
"Well, here I am!" He half-hugged her back, clearly humouring the girl. "How's your evening?"
They exchanged an awkward small-talk. He's too kind to ask her to leave. Shikamaru might be thoughtless, sexist, stubborn, but underneath all that was a kind, honest heart. It was a quality she wasn't used to seeing in people.
"I'm going to go and pee now!" Shiho announced. She gave him a clumsy kiss on the cheek and took herself away. Shikamaru was clearly embarrassed, scratching the back of his head with one hand.
"Heh. That was Shiho…" he told her, as if it explained anything.
"So I see." She played with him. "You didn't tell me you were such a stud these days."
"Ha! In your dreams."
"Every night." She joked. She held his eye contact for a moment before he pushed his face close to hers and spoke into her ear.
"You wanna go somewhere?"
Yes. His face lit up with a drunken smile and he darted his gaze from side to side to check they wouldn't be watched before taking her hand.
"This way," he led her forwards, headed for a rear exit where they wouldn't have to pass through the ceremony hall and could avoid suspicious eyes. Temari wasn't used to being led by the hand, or lead by anyone at all for that matter. But she let him guide her and they swiftly made their way outside.
It was raining. Warm, heavy droplets thundered against the ground, sending a cloud of dust like steam up into the air from the impact so the whole village smelled of bricks and wet fragrant grasses. Shikamaru stole her through the back alleys away from the main road, avoiding any lights he could see and looking for shelter from the rain. Temari held his hand tight and used her other hand to pick her robes to give herself greater freedom of movement as she ran. Even as fit as they both were, the adrenalin of the moment and the drink in their veins meant that they were both breathing heavily by the time they found any shelter. Shikamaru led her down an alley with a dead end, the rear wall of it covered by a canopy roof which left a small patch of ground pale and dry in contrast to the rest of the rain-soaked pathways. The short corrugated piece of roofing was slanted so that the rain which landed noisily on the metal proceeded to flow down between its ridges and form a small waterfall of heavy splashes just at the edge of the shelter. The pair passed under this curtain of rain into the dry corner and scattered a small group of cats which were waiting out the storm here. The skin on Temari's bare arms was cold and clammy with water. It hung in her hair and dripped down over her face.
Shikamaru turned to hold her as soon as they were both inside and kissed her hard. He slid one hand behind her head to protect her from the rough stone work as he pushed her up against the dirty wall of the alley. Her hands were all over him immediately, revisiting the contours she had come to know the last time they had seen each other.
"You're not the reason I came back here to the Leaf Village, you know," she told him between heavy breaths, pulling away from his kiss.
"I know," he returned his lips to hers, but she wasn't finished and pulled her face away again.
"And I wasn't jealous of you being with Shiho."
"Shut up."
He kissed her again on the mouth, keeping her tongue too busy for words. She could try to convince him (and herself) that she didn't want him if she felt the urge to do so, but they both knew it meant nothing. She wouldn't be here if she didn't want him.
Her hands were on his crotch, feeling his erection pushing against her through his trousers. She only gave the lightest stroke of his length and grip of his girth but it was enough. He bent slightly to grab a handful of her robes to pick them up to where he could slip a hand underneath to reach her thighs. It wasn't difficult to navigate around her mesh armour to reach between her legs. She felt warm here, despite the rain, and Shikamaru tortured himself by running his fingers along the edges of her lips through her underwear. He would have seen that she was wearing a thin, lacy teal-green piece had it not been so dark. When it was too much, he let his hand migrate to the small of her back and pulled her hips towards his. The sash around her waist was tight, but there was enough room to slide his hand downwards underneath the hem of her underwear to feel the skin of her bottom and squeeze.
He took her by the shoulders and turned her, pushing her forwards against the wall. She lifted her hands and rested her forearms against the stone, propping herself back a little from it to stay comfortable and give room enough to roll her head forwards and watch him explore her body from behind. He pushed himself against her, kissing at the side of her neck and taking a little of the skin of her shoulder between his teeth. She heard him undo the buckle of his belt and stepped her feet a little further apart to allow him space to pull her underwear to one side with his fingers. A flash of cold air brushed against her bare flesh but it was soon replaced with the feeling of him against her. His erection was unclothed now too, and she stood up on her toes to make it a little easier for him to enter her.
He used one hand to guide himself inside her and made that gasp she remembered from their first encounter. He pushed into her hard enough for her to feel the need to grit her teeth. They had moved so quickly, she was still very tight and his bulk stretched her, the impact of him pounding against her cervix so hard that she could feel her gut sloshing with the evening's consumption.
The clash of the rain on the metal above them echoed across the walls; a violent backdrop to the snarling of his breath beside her ear. The air was cold and thick with the smell of mud and lemongrass but the darkness was comforting. Although outdoors, the two felt in total privacy, in their own little timeless bubble. Someone could come down this road and find them at any time but they wouldn't, not in this rain. There was no longer only a thin wall to protect them from being overheard and Temari allowed herself to make some noise into the darkness.
His hands fell on her clothed hips and pulled her back against him so that she had to lean forwards to brace against the wall to keep her balance. He leaned over her as she was bent forwards and gripped the collar of her robes, forcing her shoulders downwards with his weight. The first time the two had come together, she had made a point of being in control until she had got a measure of him. Now that she trusted him to be good to her, she could let herself enjoy being at his mercy. It was a position she so very rarely found herself in and she wished she didn't enjoy it as much as she did.
He slowed his rhythm and pushed his fingers into the clothed flesh of her waist, of her breasts, while he caught his breath. He slid a hand underneath the lower edge of her robes and forwards to the front of her underwear. They were already pulled aside and it was not difficult to lift them to where he had access to her clitoris. He began to rub her there, as he had seen her do to herself in Tanigakure, and her knees shook. She became immediately louder as she had done at the inn on their first encounter. It was too much for Shikamaru's drunken mind.
He sped up his movements again, still touching her, but soon had to take his cock in his hand as he pulled out of her and spilled cum over her. It was dark, but he could see it splatter across her skin and drip down across the floor and the edge of her robes. He was suddenly very aware of his own heavy breathing, his body rushing with adrenalin and a heady euphoria. He might have apologised if Temari hadn't turned he head to give him that look – raising her eyebrows with a proud smirk. She didn't look disappointed that he'd finished before her at all, only pleased with herself that she'd had such an effect on him.
She turned her body to face him, letting her messy robes fall again to cover her modesty. He wrapped his arms around her and took her in a tight embrace which melted swiftly into a penetrating, urgent kiss. He would not leave her unsatisfied. His hands found their way to her naked thighs once again and though his body was shivering with the aftershock of his own release, the very smell of her close to him was more than enough to inspire his hands to find her secret places again. Her depths were relaxing and becoming more and more slippery against his fingers. He experimented with his touch. Now his mind was less clouded by lust than before, he could read the subtle changes in her expression, the involuntary twitches of her body. He was learning how to touch her without her having to speak.
But Temari was not the type to be afraid of making her desires known. She stopped him with a hand tight around his wrist, and glanced her eyes downwards, running a tongue along the bottom lip of her open mouth. The little nod she gave was the confirmation he needed, and he stooped to kneel in the dirt before her. She leaned back again the wall and rested one foot upon his thigh which spread her legs just enough for him to duck his head under her robes and put his tongue to her clitoris. He let his fingertips play around the small patches of skin still sticky with his cum along the edge of her distorted underwear. She was becoming loud now, moaning and spitting expletives, though he couldn't tell if it were the acoustics of their unorthodox location or what he was doing to her that made the noise fill his ears like it did. He could smell sex on her and she had a hand pressing his head down, forcing him against her. The pressure reminded him of her pushing a hand over his mouth at the inn, and he knew that she controlled him and he loved her for it.
He licked at her clitoris, the soft skin of her inner thighs against the stubble of his chin, and drew his fingers around her lips and into her depths. It was harder to judge her reactions from this position, but not impossible. He felt her whole body stiffen and her lungs become quiet and he knew she was on the edge of her orgasm. It wasn't a surprise this time around. She pushed against his head so hard that he could hardly move and her wetness clamped tight around his fingers as she came. Her body convulsed, and she let out the sound of his name to the darkness, grinding her hips against him. He kept at his task until the clenching around his fingers slowed and it felt as though she was beginning to breathe more normally.
She bent to put a finger under his chin and lift his face away from her. She smiled down to him and he stood slowly until they were face to face again. He ran his fingers through her hair and took the side of her face in his hand to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his mouth. Their kiss soon disintegrated when each of their lips were involuntarily parted by smiles. Shikamaru nodded forwards, to touch his forehead to hers, their noses brushing.
"I think I got your robes a little dirty." He told her. She was speckled with white, and smothered in dirt from the wall. His knees her mucky from the ground too, and both of their hair was out of place, their faces flushed.
"I know," she replied quietly, her voice softer now but holding her usual sarcastic content. "That wasn't a very good idea, now, was it?"
"You mean-" he interrupted his own speech to peck kisses onto her face, "me cumming – all over – your dress – or you – bringing me – out here – in the first place?"
She pushed him away of her to straighten her clothes, laughing. "Nothing about you is a good idea. And you brought me. It was your fault."
"You wanted it too; I was just the one who mentioned it first."
He was right, of course, though she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of telling him that. "We probably shouldn't make a habit of this, though."
He shrugged and brushed the dirt from his knees.
The rain was still falling heavy on the ground. Neither of them had much of a concept of time but opted to head back to their ceremony as quickly as possible, hoping their disappearance had gone unnoticed. Shikamaru would return first, saying he had been asked to collect more supplies for the evening should anyone ask. Temari would follow a little way behind so they wouldn't be seen returning together, saying she had been making sure all arrangements had been made for the Kazekage's sleeping quarters.
They assessed each other's appearances as being suitable enough to return and Shikamaru gave her a final kiss on the lips before he fled through the rain. She needed to wait a moment to give him time to get back before her, so stood alone with her thoughts. This can't be good for village relations, she laughed silently to herself. But it was over now, and they needn't worry about the complications of sneaking around again. Perhaps it would be healthy for her to take another lover from the sand, to take her mind off Shikamaru. What was it about that boy that rotted her mind?
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