Adult-FanFiction.org : Naruto

Variety Pack	By : Vermaxen Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 2853 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
ShikaSaku

It�s funny, this is the one that
the most people seemed to be interested in seeing. I also got comments about how they thought it
would be a hard pairing to make work.
Ironically, it was one of the first plots I thought up for this project. And naturally, my apprehensions turned out to
be true and it was hard to write.

Gah. Not all these could
go easily, I guess. But I struggled
through it and now it�s done. Whew.

I will tell you the pairing for the 4^th one: GaaSaku. You heard
me. Gaara and Sakura. (My personal fav alt pairing.)
I�m still working on a story, so don�t expect anything really soon. Maybe in another week.

Sorry if the actual sex parts are quick in some of
these. Just think of it as the
consequence of writing three (soon to be four) lemons in about one week. Your brain just starts to go. . . �We�re at
the sex part already? Again? Well, damn, what didn�t they do in the last
one?� Notice how I�m trying to change it
at least a little every time. ::sigh::

Now on to our beloved lazy genius, because Shikamaru needs some lovin�!

Speaking of lazy, this is the least edited one yet. Forgive me!

Disclaimer: I don�t own Naruto or
the characters within it!

*
*
*

There was just something so sad about the way she had found
him in the bar that night. It was
understandable that he had gone there, of all places, but he didn�t even seem
to be able to get drunk right. The old
men there were well ahead of him, knocking down each cup of sake with
remarkable tolerance. Shikamaru had preferred to listen to them talk about how
much trouble women were rather than work on his own bottle of sake. But then, he had gone through enough of it
that he seemed to be on his way to a buzz soon enough. Sakura had stopped in on a whim, but had
ended up joining the group of old men and Shikamaru
when they had forcibly moved over to include her. She was sure Shikamaru,
even drunk, had engineered the relocation.
He was good at manipulating people.

And an impulse told her that the fact that she had not seen
nor heard from Ino in two weeks had something to do
with this display of drunkenness. When Ino�s parents had called her, asking if perhaps Sakura had
seen Ino recently she had thought it odd. But maybe they were having a fight and it
wasn�t as if Ino lived with her parents anymore. It was none of her business what Ino did with her life.
But the last she knew, it was Shikamaru�s
business to a certain extent. Though Ino had been pretty cagy about mentioning her boyfriend for
a few months now the few times Sakura had run into her.

It didn�t take long to get the story from the old men. Shikamaru himself
was inspecting the bottom of his sake bottle with great interest, as if to
ignore their voices cracked with age retelling his woe.

�. . . and then she ran off with his best friend! He got the letter today.�

�Married!� Interjected another old man, stroking his
bald spot out of what was most likely habit.

A third quavered his addition. �Just goes to show how inconsistent women
are.�

Nods and loud exclamations of agreement sounded out before
they nervously recalled the pretty girl in front of them and proceeded to say
that naturally she was not included in that category of women. Sakura just laughed at the old men,
understanding that if she had been in the company of women then they would be
putting down men just as harshly. Either
sex was always in the dark when it came to relations with one another. But she kept her comments to herself and let
them vent. If it made Shikamaru happier then she wasn�t going to stop them. Then again, there was only so much she could
take of men whining about the failings of women.

�I think I�m going to retire for the evening,
gentlemen.� They protested her exit,
saying that she should stay with them and play a game or two of shogi or go while it was early.

It took a few complimentary and shallow promises to return
someday to actually get her out of there.
Sakura was just starting to mull over the whole idea of Chouji and Ino together when Shikamaru put a hand on her shoulder to stop her progress.

�Didn�t want to spend the rest of the night with your
friends?� Sakura made an effort to look
happy at him. He had spent most of the
evening in the company of grumpy old men.

Shikamaru snorted and a waft of
alcohol scented breath nearly knocked Sakura over with its potency. �I had enough of their noise. Besides I had some questions for you.�

This was odd. Shikamaru was not someone who usually spoke to her. When he and Ino had
hooked up less than a year ago she had seen more of him because of that
connection, but he had never been the kind of person to actively seek out
others. Only Chouji
seemed to gain such an honor as having Shikamaru�s
willing friendship.

�I�ll do my best.
What do you want to know?�

�Why?� It was almost
plaintive.

Sakura arched an eyebrow.
Not truly understanding. �I�m
afraid you�ll have to clarify. I�m
smart, but I�m no mindreader.�

Shikamaru ran hands over his hair,
pulled the top ponytail tighter, then looked into her
eyes with his usual grumpy expression. �Why Chouji? Why didn�t it work? What was wrong? You were her friend, she must have told you
something.�

Now it was Sakura�s turn to sigh. It was going to be a long night, it seemed,
and she might as well scrap those plans of seeing a movie with Naruto. �Those are
not easy questions, and I can�t give you simple answers. Plus, it isn�t as if I know everything about Ino. All I can do is
guess.�

�Whatever, I don�t care.
You�d still know better then I would.�
He looked off to the side, not willing to meet her eyes. �Let�s just get somewhere where I can sit
until the alcohol wears off. I want to
remember clearly what you tell me.�

Sakura followed him as he strode forward, taking them down
unfamiliar alleys as he continued to give her information from his point of
view about the whole matter.

�She was the one who asked me out at the beginning. I thought, what the hell, you know. I mean, she wasn�t bad looking and I had
known her for a while and thought she was a little pushy but nice enough. She and Chouji and
I had been together a long time, after all, and I got to like her better when I
noticed how much better she began to treat him.
We all seemed like a real team for a while.� He looked at a street sign, grimaced and then
turned them back they way they came.
Apparently, the alcohol was still in effect. At least he seemed to know where they were
going if he knew to correct their direction.

Sakura tried to picture what she knew of the other
team. Ino had
rarely spoken to her of either Chouji or Shikamaru and it had been a surprise to Sakura when Ino had suddenly announced that she was dating the crabby
but talented town genius. Shikamaru had always seemed sort of asocial to her, and
Sakura had wondered what Ino had wanted out of the
match. Ino
usually wanted something. Not that she
thought her friend was wholly selfish, but definitely self-interested was a word that she thought was applicable.

�So what happened then?�
Sakura tried to redirect Shikamaru�s
attention, because he had lapsed into silence again.

�Oh, well, Ino and I went out for
a while. She seemed to want more
presents and attention then I had time for, but other than that it was well
enough. It was even companionable after
a few months when she finally let go of some of her unreasonable
expectations.� This was beginning to
make more sense to Sakura.

�Where was Chouji in all this?�

Shikamaru thought a moment, then shook his head.
�We all were still seeing as much of one another as we used to, if not
more. It was easy to do things as a
team, and if Chouji and Ino
were talking more, I didn�t notice. I
was happy that I could still spend time with my best friend without a woman
trying to get in the way.� As always, Shikamaru�s attitude towards women was almost upsettingly
indifferent. �Who knows when things
between them changed. Obviously, since I�m asking you, I found this
result more surprising than anything.�

This was going to take a lot of work to make him understand
if he was thinking like this. Sakura
wondered if he would even like the answers she had for him. There was advice to go along with the answer,
in addition, and that would probably be even less welcome than her
answers. It was all very aggravating to
have to spend her night off consoling an almost-misogynist she could only call
slightly more than an acquaintance.

�Are you mad at them?�
Sakura tried to probe his feelings more while he was still under the
influence. Something told her he would
close up as soon as he had all his faculties again.

Shikamaru seemed to consider this
longer than he had to. �Yes and no. I guess you can say I�m upset because I don�t
understand it. I don�t like it when I
can�t figure people out. Otherwise, I
wish them whatever happiness. Not much
else I can do, really.�

They stopped at an apartment complex. It looked inexpensive but tidy, and Sakura
could only assume that this is where Shikamaru
lived. She had never been here before,
and the bareness of its fa�ade seemed to scream �bachelor�. There was nothing decorative to show people
that these living quarters were anything but functional and convenient to their
occupants.

�Come on up. I�ll
drink some water and you can tell me what you think about all this.�

Sakura felt ill at ease to follow him up, sensing that this
was inappropriate to be alone in his apartment even if they were just
talking. She bit her lip as she tried to
decide whether to make up an excuse and leave or not. Unfortunately, Shikamaru
was canny even when he was a little tipsy.

�Think you can give me a little help on the steps? I don�t quite seem sure of myself.� He hadn�t seemed to be weaving about much
when they were walking, but now he looked barely able to stand up under his own
weight. She was willing to believe that
the alcohol he had consumed earlier was only now hitting his system in a way he
couldn�t manage. It had happened to her
before too.

Being the good Samaritan that she
was, Sakura couldn�t help but swallow her fears and continue on up. If things got weird she could always leave
later. She pulled Shikamaru�s
arm around her shoulder and together they ascended to the second level where he
took out a key and they stumbled into the entranceway.

�Sit down or whatever.
You want any water too?�

�No thanks.� She said
dryly. Shikamaru
was not the most gracious of hosts, but then he probably never had any guests.

Everything was oddly tidy.
The shelf across from her had a few books and a few pictures. At the bottom was a set of board games, most
likely the strategy games he loved so well and played so skillfully,
and she thought about challenging him while he was still drunk to see if she
could walk a way with a win and terrific bragging rights. Shikamaru was just
a rookie jounin at the moment, but he was still known
for his genius IQ.

The bareness of the room was aesthetically pleasing, but
slightly depressing. Shikamaru
had never been flashy or demanding, like Ino, and
might never see why she put so much stock in appearance or in the delight of
quantity over quality. Chouji knew the glory of gluttony, of paying attention to
the needs of the body, and it was with that realization that Sakura wanted to
start. She was forming her thoughts,
massaging her temple, when Shikamaru strode in and
slumped into the chair across from her.

�So talk to me, then.�
He said before taking a long drink of water. �Tell me why.�

At first she had thought about breaking the news lightly,
but with that attitude she felt much less inclined to. A part of her thought that this might be his
posturing to mask any real hurt he felt, but with Shikamaru
you might never actually know. He was a
closed off person to most of the rest of the world.

�How often did you and Ino have
sex?�

Shikamaru sprayed water all over
himself so violently that a few drops actually hit Sakura across from him.

�Excuse me?!�

�You heard me.� The
pink haired kunoichi looked particularly pleased with
herself for surprising him that badly.

With narrowed eyes, Shikamaru
studied Sakura�s face for a certain expression, the hint of where this was
going. �I don�t see why this has
anything to do with why Ino left me.�

�On the contrary Shikamaru, I
think it might be very important. Ino was a beautiful passionate woman, and I think that your
sex life would be a very telling detail in this conversation.� For good measure she added. �I can�t answer any of your other questions
without knowing it.�

He grumped at her then drank some more water, and tried to
forget about his soggy clothing. �We did
it enough. I mean, when it was
convenient and there wasn�t something better to do.�

Sakura rolled her eyes.
�There�s the problem. You want to
know why she left you for Chouji? Well, it�s
simple. Chouji
offered everything you didn�t.�

�What was wrong with what I offered? I don�t smoke, I rarely drink, I didn�t cheat
on her, and I was completely undemanding of her. . .�

She had been nodding at his words. �And it never occurred to you that maybe she
wanted someone who might have had a few demands? Not just for sex, which you honestly sound
pretty indifferent to, but for her time, for her. Ino wanted someone
who wanted her and who was willing to show it.
Admit it, Shikamaru, you didn�t really want
her. She was just convenient.�

�You make me sound like a bad person.� He was looking to the side, out a window, and
refusing to meet her eyes.

Sakura shook her head, pink hair flying about. �No, not a bad person, just
a lazy person. Sounds
like she did all the work in the relationship. I don�t think any girl wants to be part of
something so unfulfilling.�

�Thanks a lot, Sakura.�
Shikamaru was getting surlier by the
second. �You�ve managed to insult me in
just about every way except for the standard old man jokes.�

Now it was her turn to snap at him. �You wanted honesty. I�m just telling you what I see, and all
you�ve done this whole time is complain about how you were mad that you
couldn�t figure it out. Do you even miss
her?�

Unable to come up with a good defense, Shikamaru
pouted then replied. �Well, at least
admit that accusing me of having no sex drive was at least a little bit cruel.�

�Well,�
She gave him a challenging smirk.
�Do you have one?�

�What is with women and the constant need for sex? Ino was all over me
all of the time. It was really
uninspiring and pretty annoying.�

�Did you ever think that maybe it was her attempt to get
your attention? Women are not usually
sex starved monsters in a relationship.
She probably just wanted to feel desired.� Sakura sighed. �I can relate to that.�

Now it was Shikamaru�s turn to
smirk. �I find it hard to believe that
you have trouble in the physical relationship department.�

�Guys are usually not very skilled at turning women on. Arousing a woman isn�t like moving pieces
around on a go board.� She felt like she
didn�t want to be having this conversation with him right now.

They sat in silence while Shikamaru
continued drinking his water. When he
finished it he went and got another glass and a towel to clean up what had
spilled from his reaction previously.
Sakura had taken the time to think about what she had learned this
evening.

�You know, Shikamaru,� she leaned
back on the couch �It sounds like you just weren�t attracted to Ino. I bet it drove
her crazy.�

He smiled a little at this.
�I never thought attraction would be an important part of a
relationship. I figured most women are
the same. Ino
was pretty, but you�re pretty too. There
shouldn�t be any difference in my attraction levels.� It was almost as if the last part was said to
himself, but Sakura had missed it in the sudden rush
of vanity she experienced.

It was flattering that Sakura could now be compared on
equitable terms with Ino, her rival, and she blushed with
pleasure. �You can�t look at it like
that. There are more variables. For someone so good at predicting people, you
don�t seem to understand women very well at all.� Shikamaru caught
her hand quickly and Sakura started, pulling away. She gave him a questioning look.

�Do you need the towel?�

�No,� she shook her head for emphasis and he smiled and let
go of her hand. �Thanks though.�

Things had gotten awkward.
There was no reason to come to that conclusion logically, Sakura thought
to herself, she just knew that they had. He had already taken his seat across from her
again and she knew that this would probably keep going until the alcohol in his
system put him to sleep.

�So. . . I better get going, I mean. . .� Her eyes shifted around towards the exit�her
key to freedom from talking to her friend�s ex boyfriend about how emotionally
screwed up he was.

�Go out with me.� His
hands were in that tented thinking configuration for which he was particularly
infamous.

�What?� It was an
attack she had not expected. �You can�t
be serious. This is just too much
alcohol and a need to prove yourself talking.�

He nodded to her. �Maybe, maybe some of it. But you talk like you have all the
answers. If you know what a relationship
is supposed to be like then I�m willing to give it a try on your terms. It�s a bother, but it looks like experience
is the only way to gain insight into this.�

�That is just about the most unromantic thing you could have
said to convince me.� Sakura felt
insulted. Even if she was a bit curious
to see what molding him to her ideal would result in, at the same time she knew
that it wasn�t the way to build a real relationship. You can�t change people to make them
something other than what they were. Shikamaru wasn�t hopeless; he just hadn�t been compatible
with Ino. She
got up and walked over to the door. Shikamaru simply watched her from a distance, not bothering
to stand or see her out.

�Think about it a moment, Sakura.� He said from his seat in the living
room. �People who know one another less
well get into relationships for worse reasons.
If you change your mind, I�ll still be here.�

She hesitated. Even
if she thought it would be interesting, she didn�t like the way it was divorced
from any real emotion. She grasped at
straws to dissuade him. �What about
sex? I don�t want to be in a
relationship with someone who doesn�t find me attractive. You obviously have some sort of set disinterest
in the prospect so. . .� Sakura reached
for the handle of the door but was stopped by unseen forces. Anger burned within her as she thought about
how he was obviously using his shadow jutsu on
her. A dirty trick.

Shikamaru stood up from the chair
and wandered over, bridging the distance between them. �That�s the second time this evening that
you�ve questioned my libido. Just
because I didn�t want to do it all the time with Ino
doesn�t mean I don�t want to do it at all.
That�s a faulty way to approach the issue.� Apparently, when Shikamaru
was mad it came out passive aggressively, and this was no real surprise to
Sakura. He stood right next to her, not touching her but the threat (promise?) was
there. �Would it surprise you to know
that I always found you attractive? It
was precisely why I didn�t allow myself to approach you. That kind of involvement is.
. . troublesome.� Even he found humor in
his most overused classification.

There was a shiver running up her spine as she thought about
how vulnerable she was right now, and how he had just displayed a side of him
that she wasn�t sure how to react to.
Once he was back across the room, the jutsu
released and she left without a word.
What was there to say? He had
asked her out, possibly propositioned her, and now everything in her world
seemed to be complicated. What was the
most ridiculous part was that she found herself tempted by the offer.

When he had stood beside her, after freezing her movements,
there had been a moment that she felt like he had been really looking at
her. She didn�t feel like another
annoying woman, a talking head, which was how he had always seemed to treat
her. No, this time Sakura had felt
desired, even a little aroused. Shikamaru was an intelligent and attractive man, and hell,
if he wanted her. . .

Just so long as she wasn�t doing this just
because he obliquely suggested that he wanted her more than he had ever wanted Ino. Petty
revenge for a rivalry that had never ended was not a good reason to get into
any sort of relationship. . .

Why was she even considering it? This was stupid.

She changed her mind back and forth seven or eight times on
the way home. That night she tossed and
turned in her bed as she tried to come to some sort of decision. What if Shikamaru
was more hurt inside than he thought, and this would actually help him? Was she just a rebound relationship? Had he really wanted to touch her all this
time and never said anything? Could she
end up growing to love him and then be hurt when he cast her away because it was
just an arrangement to him? Could she
just put off making a decision and hope he forgot about it?

With heavy marks under her eyes, Sakura went to Shikamaru�s the next afternoon to either beat the crap out
of him or talk to him, and she wasn�t precisely sure which one she wanted to do
more. She had determined that if he was
serious about this whole relationship thing then she was going to do something
drastic to make a point and see if his little display had simply been another
manipulation.

The boy who answered the door looked far more cranky than
usual. It looked to her like he hadn�t
had enough water last night before he went to sleep. Even small hangovers could be very
unpleasant. Upon seeing who his visitor
was he looked both dismayed and unsurprised.

�I suppose you�re here to snipe at me.� He commented wryly as he invited her in. �Not that I can�t say I don�t deserve
it.� With crossed arms he crashed down
on the couch and waited for her to join him in the living room.

Sakura thought about his behavior last night and tried to
see what she had been so angry at and yet slightly attracted to. She was willing to admit that the reason she
had been uneasy with being alone with him in any circumstance was because of
how she had become more aware of him physically now that he was available
again. Not forced to be in his vest, he
was sporting one of those little vests that would have made him look juvenile
except for the mesh shirt under it and the obviously well developed muscles
that flexed beneath it. Unlike most
ninjas his lazy habits had also given him a face rounded with flesh, but it
made him look more comfortable than sharp cheekbones would have. His eyes were sharp enough for the rest of
him at any rate, and they were trained on her in a manner that she swore were
trying to physically extract information from her.

It was a relief that he acted so disinterested most of the
time, because holding all of his focus was intimidating. She had always respected his intelligence,
even envied it, but also thought less of him for not using it to its greatest
advantage. Now that he was a jounin, he was forced to use it and even if the complaining
never stopped he was a good soldier, a good ninja, and fulfilled every mission
he was given.

Then there was Chouji. If ever Sakura had a doubt about how
connected Shikamaru was with other people, she just
needed to point to Chouji to know that Shikamaru cared about others. The way they looked out for one another and
talked to one another had been more the way Sakura expected best friends to act
than the way Naruto and Sasuke
had treated one another. She could do
with some of that caring, but there was no guarantee that she would get that.

That was what today was all
about. She was going to test his resolve,
and then make her decision.

�I came here because of what you said to me yesterday.� She chose not to sit, since she was placed in
a more powerful position by remaining standing.
Shikamaru was a strategy expert,
he would appreciate the little gesture.

�Of course you did.
Look I made an ass of myself yesterday, so you can just forget. . .�

�And I think I will say yes with a but.�

�. . . when you leave and. . . what
did you just say?� There was total
disbelief etched on to his features.
�What�s in it for you? I didn�t
exactly present things very tactfully last night.�

Sakura thought about it.
�I won�t say that there�s a certain falseness to just getting together
for the sake of it, and I�m not going to try to change you like Ino tried to do. . . but I know you well enough to like you
and I think it might be worth a shot. An
honest shot at that.�

�Where�s the �but� part?�
He considered her words, shifting his eyes back and forth as if he felt
hunted by the direction that this was going.

�I want you to kiss me.
If there is no spark at all then I don�t think I want to try. I might as well just be your friend if you
don�t care to touch me at all. And don�t
mistake me, I do want to be your friend regardless of
the outcome.� Sakura ran a nervous hand
through her hair. It was one thing to think
about doing something bold like asking him to kiss her, but then it was another
to be physically here with him and demand it.

There was a smirk on Shikamaru�s
face now, and she wished he didn�t look so sure of himself. Her uncertainty had already given him the
upper hand. Slowly, he rose from the
couch. Sakura didn�t move from her spot
as he advanced, as paralyzed as if he had enforced it upon her. �So if I kiss you, and neither of us feels
anything, then we�ll just part ways and we won�t have to complicate one
another�s lives?� She nodded and he put
sweaty palms at her waist to draw her in closer to him. �Then let�s just get this over with.�

It was a nice kiss, not great but serviceable. Their lips met, there was a pleasing softness
to it, and then they drew apart with sheepish smiles and Shikamaru
pulled himself away to sit back down on the couch, fingers tenting. For some reason, Sakura felt deeply
disappointed. She had thought that maybe
there was a chance there would be a spark there, and to realize that it was
just his drunkenness and her anxiety that had given her such a false impression
was more than a little depressing. This
was the most interested she had been in a guy for any reason in a long time.

The sigh that left her lips reflected her let down emotions
and she trudged over to the doorway. What
was there to say now? She would have
made it out too, if not for the crash she heard from the living room and the
loud curse. These noises were followed
by Shikamaru practically running into her, slamming
her back against the door and his lips onto hers. Their first kiss had been tame, a pathetic
example of its kind, but this was brutally erotic as he crushed himself over
her and touched every inch of her within reach.

�What about your disinterest? What about complications?� She tried to catch her breath from his
delightful assault. Their foreheads met
and his canny eyes searched her own.

�Fuck it. I�d regret
it if I didn�t show you exactly how much I want this, want you.�

She was almost wondering at him. �So it wasn�t a lie, you really do find me
attractive? You would actually want me
around sometimes?�

�At least I could actually talk to you about some
things. Ino
was never interested in talking about missions or about anything more
complicated then domestic stuff or plans for events I didn�t care about. .
.� His breath was hot on her cheek and
Sakura wanted to stretch out her tongue and flick his lips. �And it�s true, I�ve always wanted you. But I figured that it was for precisely that
reason I shouldn�t get involved. When
you want someone, but they don�t want you, then that person has immeasurable
amounts of influence over you. . .�

�You were my friend�s boyfriend, of course I would act
disinterested in you.� She ran a hand up
his side and felt him flinch.

He laughed, low and masculine, filling her with a wonderful
sensation. �It�s nice to know that at
least one of us knows how to stay away from complications.� Then Sakura silenced him by tracing a path
with her tongue over his lips to the side of his face and finally to his ear
where she tugged at his earring playfully with her teeth.

�You were right. I
was irritated at you last night because I knew what you said about my motives
was correct. I thought I had things
figured out.� His voice was husky and
she could feel the way his body was responding to her.

Sakura gave a throaty laugh into his ear. �I was wrong, you do know women. Better than I imagined.� She withdrew and began to swirl patterns in
the soft skin at the back of his neck with her nails. �If you keep telling me I�m right I might
just say yes to whatever you ask.�

Following his short laugh, Shikamaru
descended again upon her kiss swollen mouth.
He still had her pinned against the door, and every time she struggled
against him she felt him pause in the movement of his tongue and lips. The erection caught between them was
consuming her interest, and when she put a hand down between them Shikamaru strained into her touch and nearly knocked the
breath from her lungs with how tightly he pushed her into the wood behind her.

Her gasps of something other than pleasure caught his
attention, finally, and he took her hand and led her back to his bedroom. Before he opened the door he turned back to
look to her for permission. She was sure
that if she felt something was wrong, then she would have stopped them, and
right now all she could think about was how nice it would be to have his body
pressed against hers once again.

Apparently, Shikamaru had had the
same thought because they had not made it a couple steps inside before he was
kissing her again and pushing them both towards the bed in the corner. They fell down in a tangle of flailing limbs
and grasps hands which lifted shirts and undid pants on the way down.

There was a struggle for dominance as they rolled about the
bed, and eventually Sakura came out on top with a cry of triumph which
transformed into a moan of delight as Shikamaru
busied his hands with caressing her breasts and flicking her nipples until they
puckered for his appreciative gaze.
Sakura�s head was lolled to the side, her lips slightly parted as her
quickened breaths escaped between them.
When she rocked her hips over him, Shikamaru
seemed to lose concentration again.

Sensing that he was over stimulated and maybe even a little
bit unsure about what Sakura herself might want in all this, she didn�t leave
him any more doubt when she got off of him and pulled off the last of her
clothing. Standing there, beautifully
naked and utterly confident, he took a moment to just admire her.

Those sharp eyes of his at first seemed to be judging her,
but before an irritated flush could stain her skin, he reached out a hand to
her and she joined him on the bed again.
Now he rose and finished undressing the rest of the way, but his eyes
did not leave her exposed flesh and Sakura didn�t know how it was possible that
he could make her feel more naked then she already was.

Once their flesh was again pressed together, this time with
no barriers to chafe against them, Sakura felt how much it was like they were
igniting. Her body was so hot that
everywhere his mouth trailed, it left a cool path around her breasts and belly
before reaching back up to her neck.
While Shikamaru concentrated on making what
would no doubt be champion kiss marks all over her body from his enthusiastic and
attentive mouth, Sakura found his full and throbbing member with her hands and
stroked him with care.

Pretty soon he was entirely distracted from his task and it
seemed as if his whole world was turning around her hands on his erection and
their torturously slowly movements.
Almost as if he were getting revenge for her delaying his release, she
felt him seek her moist opening with quavering fingers and then gasped as two
of his fingers began to pump in and out of her.

They were at an impasse for long minutes, each one going
still as the other tried to drive them closer to orgasm. Each pause lost them progress and a renewed
sense of need for their fulfillment, and it didn�t take too much longer before
Sakura decided to take control again and get things moving along. She dropped her hand from his shaft and
extracted his fingers from inside of her, then straddled him on the bed and
pushed his chest back down when he seemed to be trying to protest the
arrangement.

Agonizingly slowly she slid him into her prepared channel,
and Shikamaru grasped her thighs and grit his teeth
as they fit themselves together. Sakura
set the pace, enjoying the control and flexibility of
movement she had from this vantage point.
After what they had just been doing, it didn�t take long for the warm
tension inside of her to build. Shikamaru was whispering encouragements, curse words, her
name, anything that came to mind as he restrained himself from speeding things
up or taking back the control that Sakura seemed to be relishing.

When she came, Sakura felt a keening moan rip from her lips
and she shuddered over Shikamaru. The last few strokes as she rode out the
waves of her orgasm were made all the more exciting for her when Shikamaru pulsed and found his own release inside of her,
biting his lip to keep from crying out.
She stayed there, straddled over his hips and gasping, before casually
toppling over and disengaging them in favor of curling in next to him to enjoy
the afterglow.

�I don�t think I could have ever planned that.� Shikamaru said with
some wonder in his voice. �I don�t think
something like that could be
planned.�

Sakura just laughed, self conscious
now that she wasn�t wrapped up in her own ecstasy and his.

�You know what this means don�t you?� Shikamaru dug an
arm under her and pulled her closer, despite the sweat and the heat of their
bodies.

�What?� Sakura lazily
looked up at him, tired now that she had expelled so much energy in addition to
her lack of sleep the night before.

�You�re my girlfriend now.
I think that we more than met your condition.� He kissed her, quickly, as if to remind her of
his attempt earlier to throw her off by giving her a passionless kiss.

Sakura let her eyes fall closed and hoped that he would let
her sleep since that�s what she so dearly wanted now that she was physically
and mentally spent from all the exercise and the thinking she had done before
she got to his apartment. �You won�t
hear me argue.�

She didn�t see the look of bliss that crossed Shikamaru�s face after that short statement. �I think I could love a girl like you.�
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Variety Pack