Adult-FanFiction.org : Naruto

Shadowplay and Hurricanes	By : CosmicStorm14 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2912 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Naruto, including any of the characters, locations or themes in this fiction. I receive no money for publishing this fiction.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
It was a bright, clear morning and the ground was touched by a delicate frost which began to melt as soon as the sun shone across it. Shikamaru could see his breath in the air and the wall he leaned on was cold against his back. Daylight had not long broken but birds had already begun singing and some of the townspeople were already waking up and beginning their days. The bruises across his face were showing up swollen and purple now, but it was common to see shinobi with fresh injuries and no one looked twice at him waiting there outside the apartment block. On more than one occasion he had heard footsteps and looked up only to be disappointed. This time, however, he looked up to see who he had been waiting for her.
"Good morning," Temari said to him through her usual casual smile.
"Is it?" He mocked her, slinging his pack over his shoulder. "It's still far too early for it to be good, if you ask me."
He complained, but there was no malice in his heart. Truth be told, he was happier than he had been in a long time and he had been eager to begin his day, even arriving to their meeting place a little earlier than planned. He put one arm around her waist to pull her against him in a brief half-hug that would have appeared perfectly platonic had anyone been spying on them, then picked up one of her cases to share the baggage equally. She had packed light despite her long stay here, but they had a long way to go.
It hadn't been difficult to persuade the Hokage to let him escort her back to Suna. When Temari had first asked about having an escort from the Leaf take her home instead of waiting for Kankuro and Baki to arrive, Tsunade wasn't particularly pleased. After all, sending one of her own Shinobi as escort meant that she would have one less pair of hands in her workforce until they returned. But as soon as she mentioned that she wished to take the Nara boy with her, her attitude changed. "Take as much time as you need," she had smiled to them. "I'll send a bird ahead to Suna to let your brother know we won't be needing an escort from him."
Without having to wait for an escort to arrive from the Land of Wind, they were free to leave as soon as Temari's final project was completed. Actually finishing the damned thing, however, was harder than she had thought. She had been so excited about returning home, and with Shikamaru, that concentrating on her work proved near impossible. She had decided to work in the library in the hope that she would be able to concentrate better there, but Shikamaru disturbed her by bringing her lunch and hot tea. Eventually, it was completed, and she submitted her files to Tsunade who gave her a few scrolls for the Kazekage to take back with her.
By that time, it was already late in the day, and Shikamaru and Temari had decided to pack separately that evening and sleep alone in their respective beds, before meeting the following morning. It had been hard to fall asleep without her, but if it meant having her to himself throughout the journey, then it would be worth it. She didn't seem to be regretting her decision yet, so he would enjoy her good mood while it lasted.
They walked south, away from the Hidden Leaf Village and towards the southern springtime. Shikamaru was glad to get out of the village again. Had they not been weighed down by bags and had they not wanted the journey to go any quicker than it absolutely had to, he might even have wanted to run. It was very rare for him to be filled with excess energy (or any energy at all, for that matter) but something about being alone with Temari, and knowing that she wanted to be with him, made him feel more alive than before.
The road took them through pale, frosted hills and naked deciduous woodland. Even as they walked through daytime, and into the afternoon, the landscape changed little from that of the Leaf Village. It wouldn't begin to give way to forests and mountains until they reached the edge of the Land of Fire, but neither of the travelers were in too much of a hurry to get there. They had spent most of Temari's visit to the Leaf Village apart and now they each felt as though they had some catching up to do.
They were still cautious to touch, or speak to intimately. Showing affection was foreign territory for both of them, and learning how to manage it would take time. That night on the roof of the hospital, they had shared a little of their feelings for each other, but had mostly sat together in a comfortable silence under the stars. Neither of them wanted to leave the other and risk popping the perfect bubble they had built around themselves, so it had been the early hours of the morning before they had finally given into the brutal cold and retreated to Temari's apartment. Even then, they had shared a bed fully clothed and barely touched. After all, Shikamaru had only left his girlfriend mere hours beforehand, and a part of Temari was still scared of the power that he had over her. Everything was just too raw.
But now, in the light of day, things were beginning to make sense again, wounds were beginning to heal. Without the pressure of watching eyes in the Leaf, they could relax around each other and begin to tease and play-fight as they used to. Most of the journey they spent in comfortable silence, broken occasionally to speak of how things had been while they had been apart. Neither of them went into too intimate details, of course.
"I dreamed of you once," Shikamaru told her. The "once" part was a lie, but she didn't need to know that. "At least, I think it was you. You didn't really have a face… so you were much prettier than usual."
"You ass!" She threw a fist at him in mock-anger at his insult, but softened just before her knuckles made contact so that it resulted in a friendly shoulder-bump.
"Alright, alright!" he cried out in faux-agony. "You look better with a face than without one. Will that sentiment convince you stop beating me?"
It was almost a compliment, so she played along. "Oh, Shikamaru! Empty flattery with get you nowhere."
"Good thing I've got a body like this then, isn't it? This has got to get me somewhere."
She watched him draw his hands up behind his head as he spoke, flexing his muscular arms and letting his shirt lift up just enough to show a flash of bare skin across his abs. "I hate it when you're right, you smug sexy bastard."

That evening, the travellers stayed in a small hostel in the south of the Land of Fire. They silently agreed to share a room, but their night was much the same as the last one they had spent together. This time they undressed down to their smallclothes to sleep, but still didn't venture into any intimate contact. This time around, they were cautious to rush into anything. Shikamaru wanted to allow their relationship to progress in the right order this time, and Temari felt as though she still had to prove to him that it wasn't just his body she was interested in. It was late, and they were each drifting in and out of a dream state, interrupted occasionally by words.
"I'm sorry I said your sleep talking was creepy," she said to him. It was only a whisper but cut through the silence like thunder to his bones. "It's not creepy at all. I actually find it really cute. It's all gibberish of course, but still makes more sense than the shit you talk about when you're awake." She teased him, but he understood her meaning. Their fighting from the other night had still gone largely unanswered for. She was not the type to apologise lightly, so it meant a lot that she had brought it up again, out of the blue.
"I'm sorry I complained about your snoring," he returned her kindness. "I lied anyway. It isn't like a chainsaw. It's more like an adorable woodland creature."
She smiled at this and he saw the twinkle in her eyes that he remembered from their time together after his birthday. He kissed her then. Keeping his hands to himself, his lips touched hers, soft and slow. And it felt like home.
"I really like you," he told her. It was too early for any other words, despite how much he may have wanted to say them already.
"I really like you, too." Does she feel it too?
When at least they couldn't keep their eyes open any longer, she turned over to face away from him and he held her from behind. His arms around her body, he pulled her close to him and let his face rest against her neck, filling his lungs with that familiar smell.
It wasn't until the following day that they made it to the edge of the Land of Fire. Deciduous woodland gradually gave way to dark, evergreen forests, and the rolling hills began to grow into taller and more rugged. In the distance, white-capped mountains stood as sentinel on the horizon, announcing the border to the Land of Rivers.
They were due to stay in a village near the border. There was an old couple there who regularly housed travelling shinobi and Temari had stayed there a few times on her trips between Suna and Konoha. They must have been walking slowly though, and they were still a few miles off the village when the evening approached all too suddenly. They made a rest stop in a soup hut and resigned to completing the rest of the trip after dark.
They ate greedily, not pausing to speak, but sat bloated for a short time after their meal, taking the opportunity to rest while they could. They had already come a long way and Temari's feet were beginning to grow sore, though she wouldn't admit to it. She could feel herself becoming cranky in her tiredness, although the food had helped. If only they were already at the Hidden Sand Village, and they could curl up together after their evening meal without having to move again…
Shikamaru belched loudly and sat back in his chair, patting his belly. A few minutes later, she did the same but he narrowed his eyes at her.
"What?" She challenged him.
"Nothing."
"That look wasn't nothing."
"It's just…" something in his gut panicked as though he had accidentally started a fight over nothing again. He kept his voice steady and tried to diffuse it with sarcasm. "You're really attractive when you do that."
She returned his cautious smile, trying to keep the mood light despite the danger. "You did it, too."
"Yeah but…"
"If you're about to say "but it's OK because I'm a guy" then we're going to have a problem."
He considered his next words carefully. "I wasn't going to say that."
"You were thinking it."
The last time they had been on the verge of argument, he had tried to weasel his way out of it and only ended up fanning the flames of her anger. They needed to get past that habit if he was going to survive the journey. He clasped his hands together and tried a new tactic. "Tell me why you think it's a problem that I was thinking it."
His angle made her think twice, but her answer was confident. "Because it's hypocritical. If you don't want me belching in front of you then that's one thing, but you can't expect me to hide it if you aren't prepare to do the same."
"Do you want me to hide it?"
"It doesn't bother me at all to see you do it. The point is that it feels as though you're holding me to different standards to the ones you set for yourself."
He nodded his head to her slowly, and put on the calmest tone he could manage. "Alright. Thank you for sharing your opinions so calmly."
"So how do we move forwards from here?" She met his steady countenance with her own.
"I will try to accept all of your disgusting bodily functions as a part of who you are."
"And I will be considerate of your hypocrisy until we both learn to overcome it."
They had spoken as though going through a scroll of terms and conditions but it had seemed to work out for the best. He let himself breath again.
"Wow," she smiled broadly to him, diffusing the awkward atmosphere. They had both expressed their feelings without anyone storming out or being injured. It had gone well. "Look at us, being mature about our feelings."
"That was easier than fighting," he agreed.
"Yeah," she nudged him in the ribs. "Not as satisfying though."
"I hate your face," he told her, and received a splash of left-over soup to his lap for his joke.
"I hate your face more."

It had been so late when they finally arrived at the border village and the two of them felt it may have been rude to ask the old couple for shelter at all. But they offered a good portion of the budget that the Kage had given them for accommodation and their hosts had been the epitome of generosity. The two of them were given separate rooms and were too polite to question it under the circumstances, but stole a goodnight kiss in the hallway before they slept.
"I didn't know they were sending Shinobi couples out on missions together now," said their landlady over breakfast. They had put out a generous selection of steamed rice and vegetables, plus fish and omelette, knowing that their guests were expecting another long day of travelling.
Temari and Shikamaru glanced to each other. They had made a lot of progress together recently but still had not spoken about being officially together. "Oh, uhh…" they both spoke together, interrupting each other clumsily. "We're not a couple."
Their hostess was preparing a batch of onigiri for them to take when they left, but paused her work to give them both a suspicious look. "Mmhmm. Sure you're not. Don't worry, kids, your secret is safe with me."
"Are we really that obvious?" He asked her, when they had left the house and were safely out of earshot.
"Well, no one knows us out here. Does it matter?" She reached out to hold his hand. It felt strange but not wrong. None of villagers gave them a second look as they walked, and to show such an alliance in public without fear was quite liberating.
They were soon out of their village and headed across the border into the Land of Rivers. The landscape here was more coarse and jagged, with mountain peaks rising up all around them, surrounded by valleys carved by rivers over millennia. The colours here were different, the pale green of the Land of Fire left behind and replaced with greys and browns and purples. The land was on the brink of its springtime, and as the snow on the peaks was beginning to melt, the rivers between them coursing strong and wild. They passed few a few small villages on their way to their rest stop in Tanigakure, but in between the hamlets, they passed very few travellers on the roads. They felt alone with the mountains, and spoke freely.
"When we first met at the Chuunin exams…" Temari began, "I knew I hated you even back then." It was a form of compliment, in her own backwards, obnoxious kind of way. "I don't know what it was. There was just something about you that filled me with such an intense anger, you know?"
"Yeah," Shikamaru laughed. "I felt that too."
"And from the first day you caught me in your Shadow Possession… I don't think you ever really let me go." She clung to his arm then, sweetly, in a way that Ayame or Shiho might have done. But when he looked to her face, she was batting her eyelashes to him and he knew she was only playing a role. It was not the sort of thing she would ever wish to speak from her own mouth, but she could let it come from the mouth of an act.
"I know what you mean," he played along. "You ruined my life, too." She let go of his arm and smiled to him, but he carried on. "I won't say my life was perfect. But it all made sense, at least. I got my training done, and I did what my parents asked, I sat around watching the clouds… it all made sense. But then you came along." There was a powerful faux-scorn in his voice as he complained. "And suddenly my gut and my head were arguing all the time. I couldn't think straight. I've been able to make sense of everything all my life. But I could never make sense of you." He glared at her. "You ruined everything. In the most wonderful way possible."

When they finally reached Tanigakure as night was beginning to fall, they decided to stay in a familiar inn. There was no discussion of it, simply a silent agreement. Nothing about the inn had changed at all but Temari and Shikamaru felt like two completely different people than they had been the last time they had visited. The same member of staff greeted them as had done the previous year but she didn't seem to recognise them until Shikamaru whispered something under his breath to her and she swapped his green key for a red one. Instantly, Temari knew that what this meant and she affectionately cursed his new found romanticism.
They made their way down the familiar hall, this time without the rest of their squads to worry about. The room was much the same as how they had left it: two single beds and a view over the Land of Rivers. It felt like so much has changed since last year and Temari was almost about to become nostalgic until Shikamaru joined her at the window, holding her from behind, his arms around her waist.
They took the opportunity to shower separately before deciding to go out for dinner in the village, choosing the barbecue place they had been to with their squads when they had last come through this way. No one knew them here so they could be as publically affectionate as they liked, although it was still a strange pleasure to give in to. He ventured to kiss her on the lips while anyone could have seen, and she drew her fingers along his thigh under the table. They ate heartily, filling their bellies while they had the chance.
"Let me pay for it," Shikamaru demanded when they had finished. He knew she would protest and was not surprised to see her give him a look of aggravation.
"I'm perfectly capable of paying for my own food."
"Of course you are," he agreed. "But I want to do nice things for you, and you should start letting me." She looked as though she wasn't convinced, so he continued though his eyes stayed fixed to the floor, not entirely sure why he was ashamed of his feelings. "I want to buy you dinner. And to tell that you you're beautiful… and look after you when you're sick and protect you… and show you off to my friends, and kiss you all over and... and cum on your tits every day."
"That was… almost sweet." She admitted, unable to suppress the smile growing on her face. "Alright. You buy dinner if I can buy breakfast tomorrow."
"Close enough," he shrugged. "Stubborn woman."
They returned slowly to the inn and entered their room. With the door closed and locked behind them, they were alone in their bubble of solitude once more, and there was no question of whether or not they would be sharing a bed this night. They were both tired enough after their long day of travelling that it didn't take long for them to retire to bed. They went to the one that they had used on their first night together.
Shikamaru put his arms around Temari and took her in the first truly deep kiss that they had shared since leaving Konoha. It felt right, as though he had been waiting for this the whole time. She took off his jacket and he loosened her sash. They took off their shoes, never unlocking lips and he nudged her towards the bed but she resisted. At first, he thought she may have wanted to wait longer but that wasn't the case. She just wanted to look at him first. She unfastened her own kimono and let it drop to the ground around her feet, letting her body show in only matching black lace underwear. He took his sweatshirt and vest over his head in one smooth movement and she couldn't help but look at his body as he did so. This room was where they had been the first time she had caught a glimpse of the hair on his chest and it had left her speechless then. Now she knew it well, and it belonged to her. He was in good shape, the muscles of his torso well defined, and her memory projected a little scar tissue of her name written in the skin over his abs, concealed now by the trail of dark hair that ran from around his navel to underneath the edge of his trousers.
She took the buckle in her hands and pulled him towards her by his hips. He kissed her on the mouth then migrated his lips to her neck, his hands skimming the skin of her waist and back as she undid his trousers. He shuffled to help her push them to the ground and stepped out of them. Temari took in his full body with her eyes before wrapping her arms around him again and pressing her body against his. She lay her head against him quietly and he bowed his head so that his lips were just touching against the top of her shoulder. She could feel his breath stagger, his heartbeat racing, his erection pressing against the inner edge of her hip bone. That moment may have lasted forever.
She steadied her own breathing as well as she could that would allow her to inhale his familiar smell. Only then did she pull away to climb into the bed. He joined her and they lay beneath the covers together for a time, just pressing their slightly clothed bodies together. At last, she put her hand to the edge of his underwear and reached underneath them to wrap her fingers around the cock that she had missed so much. In return, he put his arms around her hips and squeezed into the flesh of her bottom. She raised one leg to rest a knee over the top of his hips and from here he could reach behind the top of her thigh to trace the edge of her labia through her underwear. He stroked his fingertips along the soft skin of her groin before slipping beneath her underwear to feel the blush of soft hair that lay beneath them. At last he pushed his fingers into the hot wetness of her sex and immediately felt her walls clench around him.
Her body was draped over his, her face nuzzled against his neck. Her lips made their way over the stubble of his jaw to his mouth and she kissed him there slowly, before pulling her head back again to look at him. It was dark, but she could see him looking up at her, his eyes glancing across her face before resting in her gaze.
"I missed you so much," her voice was barely more than a whisper. He responded by kissing her again and pushing against her shoulders, rolling her onto her back. They each slipped off what remained of their underwear and she parted her legs for him to lie in between them. He propped himself up on one elbow, his face so close to hers that she could feel his breath against her skin. He used one hand to position the tip of his erection at her slippery entrance and pushed himself inside her. He moved slowly, revelling in the strained noises she was making and the feeling of finally being back where he belonged. It was tentative and scary like their first time should have been, but her body tasted so familiar that it was almost as though they had never been apart.
He thrust inside her so slowly that she could feel every inch of him stretching her. His other hand was on her wrist now, pushing it down into the bed above her head. It was warm and steamy under the covers already and his body smelt delicious, his skin prickling with sweat. She felt a hand slide up her body, smoothing over her skin from hip to breast. Then another one, slipping around her thigh. And another, curling around to the small of her back and tracing her spine. It slowly dawned on her that these weren't hands at all. Shikamaru was sending his shadows to caress all inches of her body. She couldn't help but let some expletives escape her lips at the realisation. He slowed his touch and looked at her face, his nose almost brushing hers.
"You OK?"
"Yeah," she caught her breath. "It's just… new."
"You want me to stop?"
"No."
He kissed her again and suddenly his shadows were all around her, cuckooning her, supporting her in their embrace and touching her all over. One of them found its way down her belly all the way to her clitoris and she swore again. He looked at her face again, smiling this time, and she put her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down to meet her tongue. She kissed him with so much life and power and passion that he took the hint to speed up his movements and thrust himself inside her so hard that her body shuddered beneath him, her skin shivering where his shadows snaked around her toes, her neck, the soft skin of her inner arms, and that spot between her legs.
She pulled her knees up to wrap her legs around his body, her fingertips to digging into the skin of his back to pull him close against her so that she could hear his groans directly beside her ear. So much of her wanted this feeling never to end, but she had been without him for so long that she felt her body beginning to tense from within even sooner than she had anticipated. She tried to hold off the feeling, but between her lover's voice in her ear and his shadows all over her body, she soon lost the battle. She gasped as her body convulsed and clenched and drowned her in love and release.
He had felt her orgasm approaching from the way her moans changed pitched and her body tightening in the way he had dreamed about so often since they were last together. Hearing her quietly screaming beneath him and feeling her tight, wet walls rubbing against his hard cock was enough to make him come inside her, his body pulsing liquid from his body into hers and vibrating through his bones. He heard his own jaw crack and might have laughed were he not so overwhelmed by his release. Her body was still quivering under his touch and clenched again every time he made the slightest move against the skin between her legs.
He retracted all of his shadows but lay over her long after both of their orgasms had subsided. He was still inside her, just kissing her and enjoying her presence. Eventually, he felt himself begin to soften within her and their sweat was growing cool. But he couldn't bring himself to pull out yet. All he wanted was to stay as close to her as possible, to lay together as a single entity.
Finally, he pulled himself out of her and lay beside her in the bed. She touched herself, feeling herself dripping with his fluids.
"This has been my favourite day," she told him, curling an arm of his body to rest her head on his chest.
"Of the trip?"
"No," she felt him kiss her on the top of the head. "Just my favourite day."
- 7
- 8
- 9
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

Shadowplay and Hurricanes