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A Little Harmony	By : antagonist Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1177 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Little Harmony

Shikamaru/Temari

Humour, romance, a bit of angst, fluff, eventual lemon, language
Disclaimer: Nope, don’t own no characters.
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CHAPTER FOUR
Shikamaru wasn’t entirely sure it was a good idea to follow her into her hotel room. However, he ignored the voice that screamed in his head claiming that it was, in fact, a bad idea and followed her anyway. In the end, he concluded that this woman did funny things to his brain – the only thing he couldn’t figure out was whether he actually liked it or not.
Of course, the idea of actually liking it was absurd... but he couldn’t help thinking he did. That alone was frightening in itself.
He shook his head. He was going senile (and he wasn’t twenty yet, even), he was certain of it. What other explanation could there be, really?
Temari opened the door to one of the more expensive rooms in the hotel. Until just then, Shikamaru almost forgot the fact that rock stars actually did make a lot of money. He looked down at his worn jeans and T-shirt... and sighed. He suddenly felt relatively pathetic. And he felt even more so when he followed her into the room and was greeted by a suite that was probably bigger than his whole apartment and his neighbour’s put together. He looked around and to his right, found Gaara sitting in a corner, writing something on pieces of paper.
Forget intimidating, it looked absolutely frightening.
Gaara looked up and stared at Temari who nodded. Shikamaru supposed this was his way of greeting. He waved at Gaara who then directed his attention to him for a while, nodded and returned to his papers. Somehow, Shikamaru thought he was writing a lot more feverishly than before. He had to suppress a shudder.
“What’s that thing you’re holding, Temari?”
Kankuro was at his drum set. It looked as if he’d stopped when he heard Temari come in. Originally, Shikamaru thought the make up was for the stage only. Apparently he was wrong. Temari looked at Kankuro, told him it was “nothing” and continued walking towards wherever it was she was going. Shikamaru followed her since he didn’t really know what else to do.
Kankuro whistled. “Have fun, you guys.”
Shikamaru stopped mid-step and stared at Kankuro. Temari laughed.
“Thanks, Kankuro.”
It was then Temari’s turn to be stared at. She winked at him and proceeded. Shikamaru was at a loss as to whether to follow her or not – Kankuro’s uncalled for whistle and comment did not help.
“Not a good idea to keep her waiting, dude.”
Shikamaru looked at Kankuro who was grinning at him. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
“Oi! Nara!” Temari’s voice pierced his troubled thoughts. “You coming or not?!”
Yeah, that’s right. Why was he... feeling uncomfortable? He had no reason to, after all. This was Sabakuno Temari they were talking about. The chances of a girl like her being interested in a guy like him were like – Wait. Wait just one minute. Why in the fucking hell was he even thinking of that?!
It was the polish. Yeah. That must’ve been it.
He knew he’d stayed too long in that music store for his own good.
Yes. No other explanation.
Temari opened a door and stepped in, keeping the door open so he could follow, which he did. Shikamaru couldn’t help feeling just a little... common. In all honesty, as far as Shikamaru was concerned, Temari’s “hotel room” resembled a house more than anything else, and her room was at least three times the size of his own. He pushed all those thoughts aside when he saw music stands, sheet music and the like in her room (along with around three electric guitars, two of which were basses). Well, she did take her music seriously, Shikamaru knew this by now. He concentrated on the present, trying his best to ignore the fact that he was in Sabakuno Temari’s bedroom. Not that it was a big deal or anything like that.
But man, his friends were going to have a riot when they hear about this. Shikamaru chuckled. Not that they’d believe him, of course. He supposed there would be no point telling them... even to his ears it sounded bizarre. He could’ve sworn he’d warned himself to stay away from a woman like her... and yet... here he was.
That was a little sad.
Wait, no. Focus. Focus.
Shikamaru took out his violin as Temari started setting up her new electric double bass. Yes, this was the reason he was here. He was supposed to show her the piece so she could see whether she wanted to do it or not. In any case, he knew she’d pretty much already accepted anyway. Why else would she have bothered to invite him over?
Unless...
Shikamaru shook his head. He was definitely going senile.
But really, he’d never noticed before how non-existent her skirt was... until that moment when he looked up to see her lying – on her stomach – on her bed, looking for something that had apparently fallen off the other side.
Damn, was the air-conditioning not working? He suddenly felt really, really warm.
“Uhm,” he coughed. “Temari?”
“Go ahead. Play it. I’m listening,” she continued looking for whatever it was she was looking for.
Shikamaru shrugged and was soon concentrating on his violin. To be honest, he was rather fond of playing the violin. True, he was lazy and preferred to stay in bed than to do anything else. But, the violin was different. Something about it was calming... and it felt nice playing it. He liked the way the sounds felt. It was a hard feeling to express... all he knew was that he liked it.
It was like playing shougi, really. He enjoyed doing that too, regardless of the fact that it took effort and sometimes a bit of sweat. He didn’t mind the effort then because he enjoyed it. Hey, even he was allowed to have a few passions of his own, wasn’t he?
When he finished playing, he jumped to see Temari sitting on her bed, staring intently at him. When he looked back at her, she gasped as if she had been lost in a day dream. He raised an eyebrow. Was she even listening?
They spent the next hour or so with Temari at the double bass and Shikamaru at the violin. Again, Shikamaru was impressed. She’d heard the piece only once or twice and yet she picked it up so quickly. Earlier, she’d said it was amazing he memorized such a long piece. He almost laughed. She really didn’t notice the fact that she was pretty amazing herself.
“Okay, okay,” she moaned. “I’m tired.”
She sat down on the floor, leaning on the side of her bed. Shikamaru figured this was her way of asking for a break. He reluctantly put his violin on her bed. He’d wanted to play a bit more – they really sounded good together. He loved it.
“So,” he ventured. “What do you think?”
Her eyes were closed and she’d leaned her head back. Shikamaru couldn’t help watching her. She was, really, rather pretty.
“I’ve got nothing else better to do, I guess.”
Shikamaru grinned. Yes! He couldn’t help laughing out loud, causing Temari to open her eyes and stare at him. He was laughing, so he didn’t notice... but when he looked at her, he abruptly stopped laughing. He couldn’t help but think, she is very pretty.
Temari noticed his sudden stop, she raised an eyebrow... but he continued looking at her. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t know how long they stared at each other – it must’ve been really weird. But, he didn’t really care.
He felt as if he could stare at her like this forever.
When he realized what he thought, he blushed. Shit. He turned away to hide said blush, but Temari, of course, noticed.
“What?!” she demanded. “What is it?!”
He turned away anyway, not saying a word. He wasn’t exactly sure himself.
She grabbed his shoulder. “Oi!”
He scratched his head. “Well then. I should get going, huh? It’s getting pretty late.” He could see the sun getting ready to set through her windows. Wow... he’d been out the whole day. That had to be a new record or something.
He started getting up, causing Temari to lose her grip on him.
“I’ll tell the others about you helping us. It’ll be awesome.”
“Oh no you don’t.”
Suddenly, Shikamaru felt something hard hit his shin and was forced to crash into the floor. Did she just kick him?! Next thing he knew, Temari was on top of him, eyebrow aloft and a determined smirk on her face.
“Not until you tell me what’s so funny.”
He stared. Funny? Did she think he was laughing at her? Now that was funny. He snorted... which was a bad idea because it only irritated Temari more. He shook his head. Nothing, nothing at all was funny.
“How about I tell you,” he said, trying his best not to laugh. “When you get off me?”
She stared at him, not convinced.
“If your brothers walk in on us now, I’m not sure I’ll be able to defend myself.”
Her eyes opened wide. Apparently realizing her compromising position on top of him, she moved away and sat back down on her original spot. Aw, she looked embarrassed. Shikamaru would’ve loved to see her blush. Maybe he should – he paused.
Somehow, that sounded... just a little... sadistic.
He really was turning into an old man.
He looked at the door. He was feeling really strange. Was he... getting attracted to her? Damn. He was, wasn’t he?
He felt Temari’s breath brush against his ear. He shuddered. What the hell?
“Come on,” she whispered. “Just tell me.”
“It’s n-nothing,” he tried to suppress a gasp. Was she playing with him? God, please no. He remembered their “kiss” at the music store. He’d almost lost control back then... it was so not a good idea to be playing with him like this, right now, right here. No.
She licked him. Oh god. He could feel her grinning against his skin. Stop. Stop. Stop. Please.
He turned to push her away, but he couldn’t. She was staring into his eyes now. He couldn’t read them. But shit, they were gorgeous. He had to pause – he couldn’t look away.
“Your eyes,” he whispered, almost to himself. “They’re beautiful.”
Said eyes opened wide. Then, she closed the small distance between them and kissed him lightly on the lips. It felt almost careful, almost scared – as if she didn’t know what she was doing. She started pulling back, but he held her still. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own when they decided to hold her neck and waist. Fuck it. He pulled her in and kissed her.
Fuck this.
He knew he wasn’t a good kisser. But... at that moment... he didn’t really care. He’d stopped thinking the moment their lips made contact. And that was more than two hours ago. So, fuck everything. He’ll think of the consequences later.
He’d almost completely lost himself in their kiss – which was getting more passionate by the second – when the fact that his pants were getting much too tight for comfort came crashing down on him. That brought him straight back to reality, where he was, what he was doing... and with whom.
Oh crap. Think, Nara. Think! You shouldn’t be doing this, idiot! Think of the consequences later? Was he retarded?!
He pulled away – albeit reluctantly – from the kiss and looked away.
“Uh,” he said. “Nothing was funny. Okay? I wasn’t laughing.”
He didn’t dare look at her.
“It’s just that... I suddenly realized you were sitting so close... and, really. You’re beautiful. I guess I just got embarrassed.”
Suddenly, Temari pulled him and saddled him.
“Say that again.”
“What?”
“That... ‘Beautiful’ shit. Say it again.”
He stared at her. “You’re... beautiful...?”
She smiled at him – a soft, gentle... appreciative smile. Shit. She leaned in to restart their kiss, and grinned when she felt him reacting. Shikamaru cursed his body.
“My, you sure are getting excited,” she purred into his ear, causing him to shudder.
“Te-Temari,” he stuttered. “What the fuck are you doing?” This was so not happening.
She chuckled. “Oh come now,” she whispered. “Surely a genius like you can figure it out.”
Shikamaru held her shoulders, pushing her back so he could look her in the eyes. “It’s not funny.”
She looked at him, her eyes softening. This startled Shikamaru a little. She smiled, “I know.”
The next thing he knew, he was making out with Temari again. She grabbed his wrists and held it against the side of the bed. Damn. She was strong. And she was a pretty damn good kisser. He’d never kissed anyone like this before. It was feverish, passionate... and it felt like she really wanted it. Hell, though his mind was screaming the opposite, he knew his body wanted it pretty badly too. He wanted to stop her. This was wrong... it felt good, yes... but it was wrong.
Temari started moving her hips, causing him to groan into her mouth. She was not helping his problem any. If anything, she was making it much worse. Dammit, I’m going to need a very cold shower after this.
“Temari,” he tried to say though it was difficult considering the fact that she was sucking on his tongue. She stopped, and with a smack set his mouth free. Licking her red and slightly swollen lips, she looked at him with a twinkle in her eye.
“Okay. Here’s the deal,” she said, shifting so she was sitting more comfortably on his lap, and effectively causing him to moan again. “I won’t be giving you any for free.”
Shikamaru stared at her. “You... You’re the one practically molesting me here!”
She shushed him with her index finger. “It’s not like you’re not enjoying it, Nara.” Her hands moved down, across his abdomen and finally rested at a certain spot – and not without a squeeze, mind you – making Shikamaru’s stomach do summersaults. He blushed. Shit.
She was still holding his wrists against the bed so he couldn’t do anything to push her away. Then again, he knew that even if she wasn’t holding him down, he probably wouldn’t have been able to do anything anyway.
“I’ll let you have your way with me,” she said, kissing her way up his neck. When she finally reached his ear, she licked it and whispered, “if you sing me a song.”
Shikamaru was floored. “Wh-what?!”
She chuckled into his ear, sending reverberations down his spine. “That’s right. You heard me sing today – and it was free. I’m a professional musician, you know... that honour doesn’t come very often to commoners like you. Besides, I’ve heard you play the violin plenty of times, but I’ve never heard you sing. I’m sure a musical genius like you has a beautiful voice.”
“You’re mocking me.”
She smiled into his ear, “Oh, you can tell?”
“I’m not singing you a song. You can get off me now.”
She audibly pouted. “Oh come on,” she whined, playfully. “You know you want this.” Her tongue traced the shell of his ear, sending sparks of electricity to the ends of his toes. Shikamaru couldn’t help but moan. He didn’t want to let her win, but it was hard. Well, truthfully, that wasn’t the only thing that was hard. Ahem.
She didn’t let him go while she continued alternately kissing and licking his ear, sometimes nibbling at the lobe. Eventually, her tongue pushed inside his ear and started sliding in, out and around. God dammit. He was getting mental images of doing some sliding in, out and around himself. Of course, those mental images had Temari under him, not on top of him... but let’s not go there.
“Temari,” he said, voice shaking just a little. His resolve was slowly dissolving. “Please... we shouldn’t be-”
“Just one song, Nara,” her tongue continued fucking his ear. “One verse, even. And I’ll let you do whatever you want.”
“That’s the thing!” he almost shouted. “I don’t want to... do... anything to you!” Liar. You are such a bad liar, Shikamaru.
She stopped. She leaned back and looked him in the eye. “Is it really that hard? Just a song? A single verse? Even a Happy Birthday would do, honestly. This is a chance of a lifetime for you, dude.”
He sighed in frustration. “I don’t sing.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
“No! Come on, Temari, just-”
“You’re really not singing?”
“I don’t sing for anyone.”
“Not even me?”
“Look, not even my girlfriend’s heard me sing, so gi-”
Shit.
The way she looked at him with wide eyes made him stop mid-sentence. What did he just say? Why did that come out? He realized he wasn’t thinking at all about Ino while he was making out with Temari. He suddenly felt guilt building up in his gut – but if he thought about it, it was guilt concerning the fact that he hadn’t told Temari he had a girlfriend, and little to do with the fact that he was, at that very moment, cheating on Ino. Wait, it’s not like she even asked, right? Why should I care... why should she care?
Again, he wasn’t thinking at all about Ino.
“Girl... friend,” she said softly, eyes lowering.
He gulped, not saying anything.
“I see,” she said, getting up, fixing her state of disarray. If Shikamaru hadn’t known any better, it almost looked as if she was... embarrassed. No way. That wasn’t really possible... considering the fact that this was Temari we were talking about... was it?
Temari stood up and walked away from him. She started fixing her hair in front of her mirror. Shikamaru stared at her for a little while, still punching himself on the inside for mentioning Ino at all. He didn’t know why exactly he regretted saying anything – he just did. But really, it wasn’t like she really was going to do anything. Argh. He felt like pulling out his hair.
“Well, then,” he said, trying to break the awkward silence. “I guess... I’ll be going now... I’ll see you tomorrow... to practice, yeah?”
She nodded, wordlessly. He looked at her helplessly, suddenly feeling really miserable.
Eventually, when he’d had enough of the awkwardness and silence around him, he gathered his things. Violin case in hand, he opened her door, and just when he about to shut it, he heard her whisper to the mirror.
“I’m sorry.”
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The door closed behind him, and Temari leaned her forehead against the cold surface of the mirror. She suddenly became aware of tears pricking at her eyelids and she felt an overwhelming urge to break something.
Violently.
Anything.
Preferably Shikamaru’s head.
Yeah, that would probably be really nice. That idiot.
Really, she was asking for it, though, wasn’t she? But, the bastard hadn’t said anything and the way he was kissing her sure didn’t tell her he was taken. She didn’t even know why it bothered her. She was Sabaku no Temari for god’s sake. She could have any guy she wanted, anytime, anywhere – whether or whether not they had girlfriends was never really a concern for her... before.
But... it bothered her that he dared mention her as if she was more important than Temari... especially after that little make out session. The nerve of that idiot. Who did he think he-
She laughed at herself.
Of course she was more important – she was the girlfriend. And how long had Temari known him? Not even three days. She was being ridiculous. She was being so-
Wait.
Did that mean that she wanted him?
“Argh,” she lightly hit her forehead against her mirror. This was too confusing for her. Why on earth would she want an annoying and boring guy like him. Why?!
Why...
He’d said she was beautiful. Again. Not that it was a big deal or anything... just... you know. She wasn’t entirely used to it. Yet.
And, he looked so different when he played the violin, too. She couldn’t help staring... watching him. It felt – not really looked, more like felt – as if he was one with the instrument. She knew he was playing it with all his heart, and the reason he didn’t look like he was putting so much effort into it was because he was comfortable with it. He had a nice aura around him when he was like that.
She stared at herself in the mirror, disbelief in her eyes. Was she really thinking what she thought she was thinking?
She remembered the way his mouth felt against hers... and the way he tasted. She buried her face in her hands. Damn. She couldn’t help herself – she was grinning. God only knows why. But yes, she was grinning.
A soft knock on her door interrupted her thoughts and prompted her to stop her stupid and mindless grinning. It was probably Gaara. Kankuro wouldn’t even bother knocking.
“Come in.”
She turned around as Gaara opened the door and stepped in. He looked at her and smirked. “You look happy.”
She started. Did she?
Gaara continued, “Your boyfriend did not look so much so, however.”
Temari looked away. Gaara was talking quite a lot today, wasn’t he? It rather irritated her.
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
Gaara seemed to understand. How? Temari had no clue.
“Oh.”
“If you’re going to say something, Gaara, say it now.”
Gaara coughed. “Baki-san just called.”
Temari looked up. Baki was their manager, a rather intimidating and muscular man with red tattoos on his face. As far as Temari was concerned, he was the only “father” figure the three of them ever knew. If you can call him that, that is. If he’d called them all the way from the States and during their vacation, then it meant there was some important or potentially career-changing gig he found for them. His calls were always exciting – though always short and to the point.
“And?”
“He says he has an interesting proposition for us.”
Temari raised an eyebrow.
“He’ll be here first thing tomorrow.”
“Eh?!” Temari stood up. Baki was coming here? Then... it really was a big deal. Temari’s fingers involuntarily tingled. She was getting excited. Gaara turned around without another word and closed the door quietly behind him. She smirked. He was pretty excited too... considering the fact he’d said more than three sentences to her in one go.
Things were starting to get interesting. Temari sat back down. Yes, they were.
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Shikamaru sighed as he made his way home. It’d been a long, long day. Truth be told, it’d been the longest god damn Sunday of his life. Given, he’d had fun for the first half of it... well okay... maybe most of it... but it felt like 48 hours had past and it still wasn’t over. He closed his eyes and tried to erase the eyes Ino had used to stare at him when he encountered her outside the hotel.
Damn his photographic memory.
Why was she even there? How did she know? He didn’t think anyone saw him... if anything, it looked as if she was spying on him or something. As if she didn’t trust him... that he was cheating on her.
Well, okay. Technically, it wasn’t really cheating. Nothing happened. Really.
She looked like she was torn between crying and screaming in anger. For the first time in his life, Shikamaru was scared of her. She was actually rather frightening when she was upset. Especially when it was directed at him personally. Why was she upset anyway? It wasn’t like there was anyone around to show. Uchiha wasn’t around to “accidentally” find out about how her cruel boyfriend had cheated on her. He sighed yet again and looked down at the violin key chain he held in his free hand. He didn’t understand women.
“Who is she?” she’d said softly. It was the first thing she did when he went through the hotel doors. No hello!’s or Shikamaru!’s. He was preoccupied with other things so he was startled when he saw her sitting down on the fountain in front of the hotel. The sunset behind her was a blazing orange and it looked like she was on fire.
Only one thought ran through his head:
Holy shit. The devil has come.
“Who is she?!” she repeated a little more forcefully, but still not looking at him. It looked like she was looking at his shoe.
“Who?” Shikamaru knew now that it was a stupid question. But in all honesty, he was still reeling from the shock of seeing her there that he really had no idea what she was talking about at the time.
She looked up, tears welling in her eyes. Shikamaru was shocked again.
“Shikamaru. You. Are. An. Idiot.”
She enunciated each word, loathing and venom dripping in her voice. The sheer hatred was palpable.
“I hate you.”
With that, she threw this keychain at him and ran off. The keychain had bounced off his face and landed on the ground. He stared after her for a few minutes, still at a complete loss. It seemed his brain had stopped functioning. Eventually he bent down to pick up the thing she’d thrown at him. It was a miniature violin key chain – one of those expensive, very detailed types. On the back, Shikamaru saw an inscription that made his stomach hurt.
Happy Second Anniversary!
Shikamaru sighed once again. Second anniversary, huh? Had he been with Ino that long? It didn’t really seem like it. Hell, he didn’t even know it was the 4th today. He knew their “anniversary” was on the 4th – Ino made sure of that last year. He just wasn’t aware of the fact that it was today.
He wasn’t exactly sure what he was feeling... he just knew he wasn’t entirely... well, happy. Maybe he felt... guilty? But what did he have to feel guilty about? Hurting Ino’s pride? Is that it?
He paused in front of a store and looked inside.
He almost laughed out loud. See? He was a horrible boyfriend. His girlfriend just caught him supposedly cheating on her – hell, even he knew how bad going inside a hotel with a woman looked. Regardless of the fact that nothing happened and that he’d tried everything in his power to make sure that, indeed, nothing happened. Forget it that he wasn’t thinking of his present girlfriend. And hell, how’d she even know?! – and here he was... looking inside this store... and thinking of...
He sighed.
How did Temari’s song go again?
He fished his cell phone out of his pocket, dialled, and waited for someone to pick up on the other end.
“Hey Kiba, it’s Shikamaru,” he said into the little gadget. “Yeah. Hey, you know how you said you’d ‘compensate’ me for today?”
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