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Grounded	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2818 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I never meant to start a war
You know I never wanna hurt you
Why does love always feel like a battlefield?
I guess you better go and get your armor…

Jordin Sparks - Battlefield

They walked slowly back to the rooms she’d been given as ambassador from Suna. They didn’t hold hands, they didn’t talk. This was not unusual. Most of their conversations had usually been when they knew they were alone.
It wasn’t yet very late and there were still a few people here and there, sitting in their windows. They waved and Shikamaru and Temari waved back. “This doesn’t really mean anything, you know,” Temari said, quietly.
Shikamaru nodded. He’d expected it. Temari was nothing if not a tough girl. Two brothers, one a jinchuuriki had made her tough. Her life was anything but normal, even for a ninja.
“I mean, I’m doing it mostly to make sure Tsunade doesn’t kill me when we go try to find them.” Shikamaru didn’t even react. He must have already figured out that they would try. He nodded again. But he could hear, underlying her tough words, the tiniest shake in her voice.
No matter how tough you were, no matter how hard you tried, sex had a way of making you vulnerable. Temari wasn’t vulnerable. She didn’t fall in love—she’d told him so more than once. She was her own girl and that was that.
He knew the bullshit for what it was when she’d said it. He’d loved her for, well, over two years now. It figured that the one woman that would catch his heart would be the most troublesome female in the Five Great Nations. But he knew her, too. He could read her. When Gaara had been taken, she was ready to kill—and scared shitless.
He knew her. He heard the tiniest bit of doubt in there. He would have gone along, no matter what she felt for him. Because he did love her, he’d do it, even if she walked away from him and never looked back.
He hoped she wouldn’t.
She stared at the front of the building. She was not nervous, dammit. She didn’t get nervous. She was Temari of the Sand, sister to the Kazekage and top-rank ninja.
She knew the bullshit for what it was. She was nervous. Because, even though she wouldn’t admit it to the lazy ass next to her for anything in the world, she loved him. The way he loved his friends, the way he cared, his brilliant mind, even his laziness. She loved it all.
No, she loved him and she knew, even though she’d never done that before, she knew he’d see it in her eyes. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear how troublesome it would be for a woman to love him.
She sighed. She’d made this decision. She would not be grounded for her gender, any more than any of the other girls. Nobody would have that kind of power over her.
She took his hand and pulled him through the front door.
Her rooms were on the second floor. Just two of them, a main room and a bedroom. The main room had a small table and two chairs, a galley-style mini-kitchen, a bookshelf and an upholstered chair. In the bedroom was a simple bed and dresser. No decorations as she kept telling herself she wasn’t going to stay there.
Inside the apartment, she closed the door, her back to him. She delayed, locking the door and checking it again. She kicked her sandals off next to the door and leaned her fan into the corner behind it. Taking a deep breath, she turned.
He leaned against the wall next to the door. Casually, his hands in his pockets, he looked her up and down. She had a brief moment where she wondered if he was strategizing this out, step by step. Then decided she didn’t care.
She stepped close to him and his hands came up to lay one on either side of her waist. Hers rested on his shoulders and they just stared at each other a minute. He stood up away from the wall and kissed her.
This was not the first time she’d felt these lips on her. This was not the first time his arms had held her. But somehow, they felt different. Perhaps it was the knowledge that it would go further tonight?
She returned the kiss and, despite herself there was much more of her feelings in it than she wanted to show him. But she felt something in him, too. He pulled back. “Temari.” He said it quietly. She looked into his eyes, those few centimeters of height he had on her.
She took a shaky breath. “Yes?” He chuckled and she considered hitting him a moment. She raised an eyebrow.
“I just realized that what I’m about to ask you has probably been asked at least four other times tonight.” She just stared at him. “Are you sure about this? We’ve…gotten close before and you weren’t ready then.” He let the rest of his thought go and shrugged one shoulder.
She stood there, his arms around her, the warmth of his body enveloping her, and she knew. No matter what happened after this, no matter where she ended up, or what he did, this was…right. He was right. She’d never really thought about it with anyone else. The boys back in Suna always seemed like that, to her—boys.
And so many of them had been so afraid of her brother, that they wouldn’t have considered going near her. She gave a mental headshake. Shikamaru wouldn’t worry about that. Lazy or not, if that’s what he wanted, he’d find a way to get it.
“Yes. Yes, I am.” And she leaned in to kiss him again. She ran her hands up his back and into his hair, pulling the tie out of it and let it fall down around his shoulders. She’d seen him once, after a shower, with his hair down and damp and she’d nearly gone insane.
She felt her ties pulling out, one by one. Their kiss deepened, their tongues warring for dominance. They broke apart, but only for a brief second. She pulled his shirt over his head, his net undershirt with it and felt the tie at her waist come undone.
Now that she knew she wanted it—wanted him, she didn’t want to wait. She reached for the button on his pants, but he stopped her. “We’re still by the front door. Think we could actually go into the bedroom?”
She blushed, but turned and started walking toward the other room. He grabbed her arm and spun her, kissing her again. Her mind went blank, she could only feel.
She felt incredible in his arms. He swore to himself, then and there that he would hold on to her, somehow. She would be his, not just now, not just for this visit.
He nibbled on her neck, inhaling the scent that was Temari. Part desert, perhaps some flower that grew there, but it was all her. Her yukata fell open and he ran one hand up over her stomach and cupped one of her beautiful full breasts in his hand. She moaned quietly and he teased one nipple before moving his hand to touch the other.
They broke apart briefly and he backed into the bedroom, pulling her with him, his eyes never leaving hers. When he felt the bed at the back of his legs, he pulled her into him again, and kissed her until the doubt in her eyes had faded again.
The yukata came off, his pants were kicked aside and before long, they were naked on the bed. Hands touched; fingertips caressed. They battled, each denying what was happening, neither willing to give in. And every kiss, every touch, pushed them further toward the inevitable end.
She explored his body, unconsciously learning every inch of his skin, every dimple, every crease. She found the spots that made him hiss, then found herself on her back. It was his turn to learn her.
His lips moved from one sensitive spot to another. Every valley, every curve, his lips tasted the skin of his desert beauty. He found she was particularly sensitive at the back of her knees and in a tiny spot at the side of her breast.
He exploited these, giving her everything he could, taking with him the knowledge of the pleasure he was giving her. He wanted her. He wanted to be inside of her. But Shikamaru was nothing if not a patient man.
He moved back up her body and pinned her arms above her head, kissing her once more. He slid one leg between hers and felt her grind against his thigh, looking for something. He nibbled her jaw, her ear, her neck, and she moaned in frustration.
He released her hands and slid one down between them. Gently, he parted her outer lips and slipped one finger in, touching her clit. She moaned louder and he stroked, rubbed and she came apart in his hand.
Her leg came up to wrap around his hip and he took the sign. He eased between her legs completely. He caught her eye. And then, eyes linked, he lined up and discovered she was, surprisingly, still whole.
He hadn’t expected it. He’d heard that ninja usually lost that long before it came to this point. He paused, and bent down to kiss her. Her arms came around him, running down his back. Her legs wrapped around him and tried to pull him in.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into her ear and pushed his way through.
They stayed like that a moment, each absorbing the enormity of what just happened. He kissed her cheeks, her chin, her nose, her forehead. Their hands grasped and then he was moving.
He was determined. It would be good for her and he did his damnedest to keep himself in check. He was slow, thorough and brought her to the edge.
She strained against him, wanting more, needing more—needing him, all of him. They found their rhythm easily. It was slow and sensual and she wasn’t expecting it when it hit her. Slammed into her, with the force of a Suna sand storm. His name on her lips, and she heard him answer with hers as he followed her over the edge.
They lay there silently, neither willing to break the moment. Now what? How would she face him? She knew, without a mirror, without glass, she knew what was written on her face.
She tried for her bravado, but couldn’t find it. It was buried, under her feelings for him. It was lost to what just happened between them.
Should she try to play it off? “Hey, um, thanks. This was a lot better than the alternative.” Her voice shook. Dammit.
“Don’t give me that bullshit.” He leaned up, still buried inside her and looked her in the eye. “I love you, Temari of the Sand. And you love me. It scares the hell out of you, but there it is.”
She lay there, feeling him still inside of her, understanding that the connection they had went far beyond the physical. She couldn’t speak for a full minute. “And it doesn’t scare you?”
“Hell yes, it does. Anyone in their right mind would be terrified of something like this—at least at first.”
She stared at him a moment, not sure how to take it. But he was right. “I can’t do this. I can’t love you and lose you.” She would not cry. She doesn’t cry.
“Who says you’re going to lose me?” He quirked a brow at her.
“You’re a ninja, you ass.” She spoke as if to a child.
“And? Last I looked, so were you. But I like to think that my skill means I won’t be coming home in a bag for a very long time.” He paused to consider her. “And you’re too damn stubborn to die.” He finished quietly.
She wanted to hit him. She wanted to kiss him. Torn between the two, she punched him in the arm and kissed him at the same time.
“Damn you,” she said and a few moments later, they were too busy to say anything at all.
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