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Comfort
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Shikamaru watched as the
clouds went by.
Lately, he felt more and more
like watching clouds than beforehand …
And while he enjoyed the peace
outside on the fields, he also came out here for a different reason. He didn’t feel like training.
He felt like crying … again.
Chouji was still in hospital,
as were the others. They barely survived the encounter with Akatsuki, and while
his friend and teammate finally started to recover, Neji’s condition had just been stabilized and he still
received intensive care within the Hyuga grounds.
For the first time in his
life, not just him, but all of his leaf comrades fought in a life or death
situation with enemies that usually should have surpassed their abilities. And
brushing so close to this experience shook him to the very core.
He pledged to do it better
next time.
He said he would complete his
mission flawlessly the next time they would strike.
And here he was, running away
from it all. Running away from responsibility, laying on a soft patch of grass
and trying to banish all those thoughts from his head while watching the
clouds.
He felt sick … not just
because he was worried about the others well being but also because he barely
ate anything since they arrived back in Konohagakure.
As those clouds drifted by
along with his thoughts, he suddenly tensed as he heard someone approaching.
Putting on his best “No-care-in-the-world” face, he decided to ignore the person coming to him
and stared into the sky instead. It might be Asuma, telling him to start
training again, or his father, worrying about his sudden diet. Maybe even Ino,
coming to check if he was all right …
“Here you
are, crybaby.”
He stiffened at the sound of
the voice. No. Anyone but her. Not right now. He recognized Temaris voice
instantly, and, knowing that he had no chance to forgo the upcoming argument,
he turned his head around to glare at her.
“What do you
want?” he grumbled, sounding
irritated but earning nothing more then a raised eyebrow at his usual bored
tone.
“Coming to
see if you’re still upset about the
mission. It was quite a hassle to find your hideout.” Temari replied, dressed in the attire she wore at the
tournaments as opposed to the heavier dress with front protection and leaning
on her giant fan, a smirk grazing her features.
“Why, is that
any way to greet your savior?” she mocked.
He gritted his teeth in
annoyance, forcing himself to calm down. If women were already troublesome, one
had to come up with a new word for her. Still, he didn’t want to argue right now. He wanted to be left in
peace. He hated her cocky attitude, thinking herself superior over everyone.
Just like his mother.
“Go away.”
He knew it was futile, just as
it was futile to try and ignore her. You could love her, you could hate her,
but you could not ignore her. Instead, she came closer, crouching down
and leaning over him so she would block his view of the clouds.
“Didn’t you say you would stop running away and ‘do things flawlessly next time‘?” She mocked
as she stared right into his eyes, a glimmer of annoyance evident in those
green orbs of hers.
“I’m not. I’m just thinking.”
That wasn’t even a lie. He was thinking about ways of trying not
to think too much.
“Oh? About
what, may I ask?” she
replied, her expression changing into one of fake interest.
“None of your
business.”
Again, she stared him down,
this time seemingly even more annoyed than just a moment before. What was it
with this woman? Couldn’t she see
that he just wanted to be left alone for a while? She sure was persistent.
“Oh yeah?
Well, next time you need to get your sorry ass saved, ask someone else to do
it. I can’t believe I lost to a loser
like you during the chuunin exams.”
‘Why am I
putting up with this?’ Shikamaru
thought. If it weren’t so
troublesome, not to mention pointless, to bicker back and forth, he’d give her a piece of his mind.
“Well,
thanks, ok? I’m trying to get a bit of alone
time here! Women …”
Honestly, that’s why he thought about women as troublesome. He just
couldn’t figure them out! What would
he need to do to get her off his back? And why was she suddenly looking hurt
and angry at the same time?
“That’s just what I expected … ungrateful bastard.”
She pushed herself up and he
followed her movement until he quickly looked away into another direction,
realizing that he was looking up her dress. He fought the small blush down and
tried on focusing on the clouds again, when she rammed her fan into the soft
grass and turned to him again.
“Hey crybaby!
Stand up and fight me! I can’t believe I
lost to the likes of you; you’re making me
sick! Bet I can even beat you just with tai-jutsu.”
He sighed and turned his face
slightly into her direction. His eyes narrowed as he took in her appearance.
Her short dress showed more flesh than it concealed in his opinion. But what
was more important was that she was balancing on her feet, a classic fighting
stance he knew from hand-to-hand combat. She was being serious about this
challenge; he saw it in her eyes. Normally, he wouldn’t let a woman best him in any challenge, and it wasn’t like he didn’t have any knowledge about close-range combat. But still … he was sleep
deprived, hadn’t eaten
since yesterday and honestly didn’t feel like beating the hell out of this noisy girl that kept invading
his privacy. Much. He just didn’t like the
idea of hitting a girl. Even if it was her.
“No interest.”
“Oh well …”, her suddenly sweet voice sing-sang.
His gaze shifted to the clouds
once more, before he realized his mistake and quickly rolled to the side, just
as Temari tried to pounce on him. Instantly, his mind went into overdrive
against his will, analyzing his attacker, comparing abilities and checking the
terrain, before planning out a strategy, not to mention making his head swim
from the burst of information going through his brain.
When Temari tried to grab him,
he quickly rolled into a crouch himself before they went against each other,
their bodies clashing in an attempt to get the upper hand. She was a strong
opponent; he had to admit that she was stronger than him with her always
wielding that heavy fan. She almost pinned him down, making him lose his
balance and then tackling him completely to the ground, trying to weight him
down and get him into a headlock at the same time. He brought his arms up
against her own, catching her at her shoulders, and tried to use her momentum
to twist her to the ground instead, before she shook him off and they each took
their distance. By an unseen agreement, they just kept it with basic tai-jutsu.
They were panting lightly now, sweat started to form on their bodies and their
eyes were glued to each other. Again they rushed at each other, before
Shikamaru tripped and lost his balance on the uneven ground, just as Temari was
close enough to grab him. With a barely suppressed smirk Temari went into a
crouch and grabbed one of his arms before pulling at it with all her strength.
He sailed through the air before hitting the ground with a gasp as the impact
forced the air out of his lungs. She went after him the moment he landed,
before a shadow from above caused her to catch his kunai-pocket, just as it was
about to hit her dead on in the face.
“Nice try!” she breathed, before rushing at him again, causing
him to flip back on his feet and back away a bit.
His answer was a smirk of his
own as she lost her balance on something on the ground. As she tripped, her
eyes caught a glimpse of a Kunai’s handle, sticking out between the grasses. Before she had a chance to
recover, his foot caught her right shoulder and changed her momentum so she
landed hard on the grass. Her eyes widened slightly at the feel of the kick,
since it was hardly more than a mere brushing of his foot against her shoulder.
He just had the perfect opportunity to dislocate her shoulder!
‘I can’t believe him! He’s holding back!’
Before she had the chance to
stand up again, though, he was upon her, his knee pressed into her back and his
hands controlling her arms. She struggled against him.
“I win.” he declared simply, still panting from the workout.
“Damn you!” she screamed as she moved against him, trying to free
herself and wriggling out of his grasp with her superior strength. “I can’t believe
you would go easy on me!”
“I don’t like to hurt girls.” He murmured. He watched as she squirmed around and slowly got free,
taking in her body. Her clothing seemed disheveled now, her hair was slightly
messy. He could smell the mixture of her sweat and simple perfume. He blushed
slightly as he realized he was about to lean down to study a small birthmark
just below her shoulder up close. The adrenaline the short fight provided him
with slowly faded out of his body, leaving him a bit drowsy.
Unfortunately, the combined
effects of drowsiness and indecision were enough to throw him off her and he
rolled on his back, before getting up.
Or at least trying, since the
next moment, she literally jumped him and shoved him down again, pinning his
body down with hers and entangling her limbs with his into a firm grip.
He struggled merely for a
moment before he relaxed again, annoyed and trying to catch his breath.
“I thought
this match was over,” he stated
while trying to get some air into his lungs with her on top of him.
“Get off me
already, I won.”
She was panting into his ear,
and her body was pressed against him, too close for comfort, he realized.
“It’s far from over. That’s what you get for going easy on me …”, she panted into his left ear, her head nestled into the crook of his
neck. He blinked.
That wasn’t Temaris usual voice. His heart briefly stopped as he
realized she wasn’t taunting
or angry or arrogant … was she trying to seduce him?
Not that he minded. And he
definitely did not blush right now. She didn’t affect him at all.
“You’re so trouble-”
He couldn’t ignore the fact that the next moment her lips were
catching his in a passionate kiss, completely shutting him up.
The logical side of his brain
told him that he was still hungry and sleep-deprived. It also informed him that
he was mere 14 years old and his mother would probably have his head if this
ever came out, not to think of Temari’s brothers catching them here and now. It then followed up with some
death scenarios, one uglier than the other, before another part of his brain
took over, one he didn‘t even know
he used other than for snide remarks on females or that stupid blushing.
It wasn’t just informing him on the fact that he was currently
smooching with a really good-looking girl, it also just sent off a rather
forceful dose of hormones to heavily restrain the logical side of his brain.
Just as Temari began to think
he was too lazy to even kiss back, he slowly and clumsily responded to her
advances. Grinning into the kiss, her hands slowly left his wrists and began to
forcefully tug at his chuunin vest to get it open.
The kiss ended as abruptly as
it had started and she started to place small but equally forceful kisses on
his lips and chin. For a moment he thought she would try to bite him, as she
was actually making matching noises in the back of her throat. Instead of
backing further away from her, he began to plant kisses on her face as well,
smiling against his will at her antics.
‘Forceful
woman … she’s going to shred my clothes
with all that tugging.’
With that thought in mind one
of his hands snuck up to restrain her effort of ripping his vest off his body
while the other dug into her blonde hair, pulling her even closer. He wouldn’t
lose to this woman.
Temari was actually pleasantly
surprised. Finally he was putting some effort into this sort of fight. Smirking,
she briefly stopped her part of the kissing and moved to his ear.
“So you’re good for something after all …”, she whispered with a husky undertone in her voice.
Before he had a chance to
reply, she blew into his ear, making him flinch and pull his head away.
Shikamaru growled in reply, clearly annoyed at her action, and pulled her
closer to bite down on her neck, leaving a small mark there, before moving up
to kiss her again. After all, turnabout was fair play.
She didn’t mind as much as he did though. Instead, she gripped
his shoulders before rolling to one side, managing to get him on top of her.
Finally, she got his vest off and flung it aside, before her hands wandered
underneath his net shirt, scraping lightly at his body with her short fingernails.
Shikamaru had different
problems to solve. While he enjoyed the attention he was getting to an extent,
the fact that they were outside on a field in bright daylight and she was
currently stripping him for the entire world to see kind of unsettled him. He
was still blushing and hadn’t caught his
breath yet, but his current state of mind at least allowed him to somewhat
think a bit further. He grabbed her hands roughly and pulled her off his body
with apparent effort, since she was still stronger then he and trying to stay
on him.
“Stop.”
And she actually did stop for
a moment, frowning up at him.
“What, ready
to give up already?”
The tone in her voice made it
clear that she was pissed. The look she gave him asked if he thought she wouldn’t be good enough for him. He couldn’t even blame her for being ticked off at him this
time, so he spoke up to clarify his choice.
“I’m fine with your games …”, he murmured, his face gaining even more color at his statement while
he looked away seemingly embarrassed. She relaxed though. “But I do worry about our current choice of
battleground.”
For a moment she was silent,
before she let out a suppressed giggle and suddenly pushed him off, getting up
in the process.
‘What, did I
say something wrong again? Geez … women.’ he thought as he got up slower than her, seemingly confused about her
actions, before catching his vest as she threw it at him.
“Come.” she merely stated, before rearranging her clothes and
grabbing her fan.
‘Damn pushy
woman.’ He didn’t elaborate on his thoughts further, just grabbed his
kunai bag and threw his vest on before obediently following Temari into the
city, straightening his clothes along the way.
=O=
They barely made it to the
hotel Temari was staying in with her brothers. She started pulling at his arm
after she realized he wasn’t going to
speed up, getting odd looks from bystanders as he complained all the way to the
hotel about being dragged throughout half of Konoha village.
She pushed him against the
door and shoved her tongue forcefully into his mouth, staying like this as she
managed to open the door with the key. Shikamaru stared for a moment, too
shocked to protest further, not that he could with her tongue halfway down his
throat. She smirked at the look on his face.
“Finally I
get you to shut up for a moment.”
Shikamaru shook his head
violently to clear it as she was trying to pull him into the hotel room.
“What about
your brothers?”
She could hear the panic in
his voice now and merely took his shoulders before shoving him inside and
locking the door behind them.
“They’ll have to wait. Now stop changing the subject,
dim-wit!”
He raised an eyebrow despite
his current predicament at her more or less new way of insulting him.
“Geez, you’re so- oof!” He didn’t get to
finish his sentence as the kunoichi violently shoved him onto the bed before
following him, discarding her fan along the way and straddling his hips once
she got seated on him.
“Shut up,
Shikamaru.” she intoned with that
unnerving grin of hers and sealed his lips with hers before he could say
something else.
He rested on his elbows while
she was sprawled halfway over his body and their tongues met clumsily, nipping
and tasting each other. Temari had to constantly fight back giggles as he tried
to make sense of this situation and found that he couldn’t, judging by the expression of his face.
Her fingers worked his vest
off his body with easier effort this time and her hands started to roam over
his body as their kisses became even more passionate. He gasped when the
feeling of pain washed over his side, courtesy of her nails digging into the
flesh there, and tried to throw her off of him. Since that didn’t have any effect on her whatsoever, other then her
trying to bite his tongue, which he avoided by pressing his head back into the
mattress as far as he could, he tried a different approach.
One that was loathed
especially among womankind.
His arms snuck up under her
left armpit and on her right side before starting to mercilessly tickle her.
She squealed in surprise, another sound he wouldn’t have imagined to ever hear from her, and tried to avoid him with wild
trashing and more scratching.
“Ah, stop,
please, ahaha, stop, Shikamaru, ahh!”
And he did stop, however
unintended, doubling over on the bed and moaning in pain as her wild trashing
caused her to score a direct hit at his groin with her left knee.
‘Will I even
be able to survive through all of this?’ he thought dejectedly as he gently tried to rub said abused body part.
He didn’t expect her to join in the rubbing as her laughing
spell wore off though. Instead, he settled for the wide-eyed look as shock got
the best of him for a moment.
“Serves you
right for tickling me.” he heard
her murmur before she started planting kisses on his lower belly and gently
massaging his lower body, causing him to bite back a moan, this time of
pleasure, the inflicted pain quickly forgotten with this new kind of attention
he was getting. She arched a brow as she felt around his arousal, which had
been hard the moment she even came near it.
“I just knew
you’d find me irresistible,” she whispered into his ear before nibbling at his
earlobe as her tongue toyed with his earring.
For a moment, he just lay
there with all those new feelings and emotions making him feel lightheaded. He
tried to calm himself to at least try to regain some sort of control over his
body and thoughts, but with the attention he was getting from Temari it proved
to be much harder than he thought. He gently caught her wrist and drew her hand
away before pushing himself upright and using the other arm to hold her at bay.
“Wait.”
She narrowed her eyes at his
sudden change in behavior while he tried to catch his breath.
“What is it
now?” she replied annoyed.
“I … I want
to know why.” At her raised eyebrow he
slowly continued. “Why are you
doing this?”
She heaved a sigh at his
question and slowly, seemingly reluctantly, drew back from him and sat up with
her feet dangling over the end of the bed.
“Because I
want to. Look, I was worried about you being all right and … well, I don’t know. You figure it out, you’re the genius.”
She didn’t look at him directly anymore and her voice seemed
heavier … was she blushing? He narrowed his eyes for a moment, before
contemplating further.
‘So she came
to me because she was worried?’ His face
scrunched up in thought as he regarded her whole being. ‘I don’t think she
could have known about my current condition other then my outburst at the
hospital. Come to think of it, she told me that my actions back then showed
signs of unexpected fragility … unexpected. So she just meant she was worried
about my well-being?’
“So what? All
this work is too troublesome anyways … what does that have to do with your
sudden mood changes?”
She narrowed her eyes at his
words.
“You’re a ninja, Shikamaru! Even a good one, so why do you
always say you don’t care about
what you could achieve with this power? What a waste.” the Sand-nin answered with a disapproving glare.
“I told you
already, I’m not cut out to -”
His reply came to an abrupt
halt when she shoved him down again and she leaned forward, staring him right
in the eye.
“Don’t you ever dare to quit being a shinobi,
Shikamaru. I swear I’ll rip your
throat out if you say those words again.”
So that’s what it was! But why would she be worried about
something as trivial as that? It still didn’t make any sense. It was his future, not hers, and they weren‘t even fighting alongside each other not long ago. He
caught her look and his eyes widened slightly at her expression.
Tears.
She, the arrogant she-devil
that made fun of him for not even being able to control his emotions … she was
crying? Well, she wasn’t really,
but the tears were already threatening to fall. He never would’ve expected to see the day her cool demeanor would
crack. Then again, she probably felt the same. Maybe seeing him break down in
front of her changed her attitude towards him without her knowing it. Slowly, a
smile crept upon his face and he pulled her down to him, taking her into a soft
embrace. He remembered doing this for his mother a rare few times when she was
sad about something his dad did. Those few moments in his life, his mother wasn’t the matriarch of the Nara family. She was just a
mother in need of comfort.
He knew they weren’t ninja right now, as he gently rubbed her back; just
a boy and a girl that cared for each other, giving each other the comfort they
needed.
“You have an
odd way of showing your affection … but I guess it’s worth the trouble,” he murmured into her ear before chuckling.
She lightly punched his arm
before getting up slightly and pouted.
“Idiot … don’t make fun of me.” she replied, sounding more hurt than angry.
The young leaf-nin raised his
head to hers and placed a soft, comforting kiss on her lips.
“Don’t worry. I’m not. Although it‘s tempting.”
Smiling one of her rare,
genuine smiles, Temari lightly kissed him back.
“Idiot.”
She leaned forward and pushed
him back suddenly, forcing her tongue into his mouth with newly attained vigor
as her hands started roaming over his body yet again. His restraint was gone
and he kissed her back with equal passion, his hands coming to rest on her net
shirt-covered shoulders to pull her closer. His left hand dug into her hair,
freeing her pigtails, as his other hand started to roam over her body.
She stiffened slightly as his
right hand trailed over her breasts and he half-expected a slap, before her
left hand grabbed his right wrist and urged him closer. Slowly, with her hand
guiding his, he started massaging her left breast softly through the clothing,
and her eyes closed as her breathing sped up and her tongue almost tangled with
his. His other hand kept her head in place while he felt her fingers skimming
lightly over his torso and playing with the button of his pants.
It wasn’t like he didn’t have any anatomy classes back at the academy, since all shinobis
learned about vital points, skeleton and muscle structure among other things …
he just wasn’t sure about her reaction. His
hand currently buried into her freed hair started tugging at the belt that held
her dress together while his other hand kept her busy as he found and pinched
her nipple. She bit down on his lower lip as a result, not hard enough to draw
blood but to make him moan as her teeth bruised the flesh, leaving bite marks.
Her sash came off and he
quickly undid the clasps at the side until her dress opened, revealing her
upper torso covered in the same kind of net shirt he wore, only with sleeves.
His left hand started to
stroke her inner thigh until he encountered her well-hidden shuriken pouch and
he smirked.
“We might
want to get rid of our equipment first, ne?”
“Right,
Shika-kun … wouldn’t want to
cut anything off, now, would we?” she drawled and winked. The young boy decided not to answer this one as
she pushed herself up again, her dress slipping down in the process and falling
onto the floor. Several pouches, hidden bags and their shoes joined the dress a
few moments later. After a brief struggle, Shikamarus pants found their way
onto the pile too.
Temari was in the process of
taking her shirt off when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her waist,
pulling her back against the young Nara boy.
“We might
have to get up quickly. This is your brothers’ room too, isn’t it?”
She nodded while grinning
impishly, as if she was enjoying the fact that they were doing something most
likely forbidden.
With her back pressed against
his front, coherent thoughts were currently slipping his jumbled mind. His arms
snaked upwards again to catch her breasts and toy with her a little more,
before she got impatient and grabbed one of his wrists, pulling it down in
between her long, shapely legs. His mind went blank for a moment before she started
moving his hand with her own and gasped at the feeling. Not wishing to be
pounded for not participating, he moved his hand over her undergarments, his
fingers getting sticky with some sort of liquid that seeped through the thin
cloth as he did. She seemed to enjoy the attention he was giving her and opted
for raking her nails over his skin and pulling his ponytail out of his shape.
He was just fine with her enjoying it, too, since all her writhing caused her
shapely rump to press repeatedly against his barely restrained arousal. Soon,
both of their undergarments were getting too sticky with sweat and other
liquids to be of any comfort and they both tried to get rid of the others
underwear first. After a bit of rolling around in bed and grappling at the other,
they finally freed themselves from the rest of their clothing, even their net
shirts were too uncomfortable to wear with this kind of heat.
Temaris hair had become
entirely loose during their little battle and now it hung over her face,
sticking to her skin from the sweat. She was panting heavily, opting for
breathing through her mouth instead of her nose to get more oxygen into her
system. His hairstyle was too rough and hard to get out of shape, since it
stayed more or less in his pineapple style, even without any hair band to hold
it up. Hers was spiky, too, of course, with all the dry air the wind country
provided, but still fell down to her shoulders once the pigtails were freed.
Temari took Shikamaru’s stares as a sign that he was either totally stunned
by her beauty or too lazy to continue. For a moment, her eyes took in her
counterpart’s body and she unconsciously
licked her lips. He wasn’t as lazy as
he told others after all, since he was sporting muscle like any shinobi his age
should have. Her fingers raked over his stomach as his muscles rippled slightly
beneath the contact and he slowly seemed to refocus on the task at hand,
especially when her other hand found their way around his erection, forcing him
to shut his eyes and hiss slightly as she touched him experimentally.
The young leaf-nins head was
positively floating. He needed to get control over his body, hell, over the
whole situation at hand! So he decided that distracting her was probably the
best method to gain the upper hand again. His hands found their way in between
her thighs again after he shoved her back onto the bed. His kisses were getting
more heated by the second, but he still couldn’t completely muffle the soft sounds she made as he found a fleshy nub
with his fingers and started toying with it, occasionally letting his fingers
slip inside of her to get his fingers wet with her juices.
As he started to work faster
with this knot in between his fingers, she broke the kiss off and arched her
back suddenly, panting and moaning loudly as she struggled to breathe. Her mind
was totally pleasure overridden and she squealed his name, getting his
attention as she arched upwards again, longer this time and with clenched teeth
and tightly shut eyes, before sinking back down on the covers and gasping
deeply to regain her breath. Slowly, he draped his coated fingers over her
belly, smearing the juice in between the few curls that resided just above of
her opening.
She didn’t take long to regain her breath and rolled on top of
him, a scary grin on her face and her glassy, lustful eyes stared right into
his own.
“It’s time …” she whispered against his cheek as she leaned down before straddling
his body and getting settled onto his lap. He felt her hands running down to
encircle his erection and positioning it, before he let out a contented sigh as
she finally lowered herself onto him, her flesh yielding to his own to
accommodate him inside of her. When she was sitting on his lap, she started to
grind against him and his hands came to rest on her hips to support her slow
but steady rhythm as she threw her head back and made little sounds of pleasure
every time she felt him fill her up with his length.
He vaguely wondered if she
wasn’t a virgin anymore, since
there was no blood and she seemed totally comfortable with him. Then he
realized her hymen probably broke anyways from a high kick or something of the
sort, since she was skilled in martial arts just like any other ninja.
“Yeah … fuck yes, gods, more
please …” she managed to get out in one long moan.
His hold on her body
tightened, and he forced to remind himself that if this were a dream, it was
pointless, not to mention a waste of energy, to keep a firmer hold on her in
hopes she wouldn’t vanish.
This felt too real to be something he would wake up from lying on the grassy
fields. Sweat soaked the bed sheets and he suddenly realized he was already
coming to his limit. Gritting his teeth in annoyance at his stamina, he forced
himself to keep going. It was troublesome to prolong the inevitable but it was
even more troublesome to let her win this “game”.
Temari seemed to have the same
problems, but resolved on other matters to quench her desire a little.
Shikamaru stiffened considerably as she ground her nails into his torso,
scratching him up while throwing her head back and moaning unabashedly. His jaw
tightened and he refrained from vengeance in any harming manner, instead
reaching down and shoving his thumb in between them to violently fumble with
her clit.
Her reaction was almost
immediate. She threw her head back and stiffened, as no sound came over her
lips for a moment and all he heard was his own heavy panting and the creaking
of the bed as they moved. Then her whole body shuddered and she let out a surprisingly
loud moan, making him flinch at the loud sound, before he felt her convulsing
around him. He squeezed his eyes shut and sat up, covering her mouth in an
attempt to both muffle his groan as well as her moans as the whole world went
white and he felt dizzy from the orgasm he just experienced. They sank back
onto the bed, Shikamaru totally exhausted because of the uncharacteristic
display of work-up. Temari snuggled contentedly against him and they just laid
there for a moment, still connected and silently enjoying how everything came
back to order around them slowly.
He groaned again as sweat
trickled into the scratches Temari inflicted upon him beforehand.
“Damn, that
stings …”
At that, Temaris head rose
from his shoulder to look at him in confusion, letting him slip outside of her
in the process.
“What are you
complaining about now, idiot?” she
grumbled, as the moment of enjoyable silence was lost.
“That I need
a shower … besides, your brothers could come back anytime.” He explained while sitting up and grabbing his shirt.
“Let’s get out of
here and open the window. The room probably reeks.”
She knitted her eyebrows at
his sudden change, although she started putting her clothes back on
nonetheless, seeing the truth behind his words ... Still …
“And where
should we go now?” she asked
matter-of-factly.
“What about
my place? As long as we keep quiet so my parents won’t hear us …”, he trailed off as he saw her smirk and place a demanding kiss on his
lips.
“So, ready
for round two?” she cooed,
making him shiver before, unexpected, he smirked one of his cocky smirks at her
and opened the window.
“First one to
get there gets to stay on top.” He winked
before disappearing out of the window.
Grumbling, she quickly made
the bed they slept in, reopened the door and rushed down to leave her keys at
the dumbfounded looking receptionist before storming out and taking chase of
the young leaf chuunin that was well ahead of her.
=O=
As the first morning rays
shone through the only window in Shikamarus room, something under the covers of
his bed shifted slightly, followed by a strained groan. One arm briefly got
disentangled as the owner tried to sit up despite the feeling of warmth.
He hated mornings. And he
hated having to stand up. But it was even more troublesome staying in bed and
letting his mother see him like this.
He was about to stand up and
stretch as two arms shot out underneath the cover and pulled him back into the
warmth of his blanket.
“Mmm … good
morning, Shika-kun …”
Oh well … it was troublesome
getting a lecture from his mother. But standing up now and leaving the gentle
but firm grasp of Temaris embrace simply wasn’t an option, so he let himself sink back into the comfortable warmth
that radiated from her nude body.
He knew she was kind of lazy
too. Too lazy to stand up now and grab her underwear from all across the room,
since he had thrown it there last night for the exact same reason.
He didn’t care about some kind of “game” they would
play anymore. He was still tired from this night. Right now, all he wanted was
the comfort of her presence …
=O=
Later that day, he was walking
with her through the streets of Konoha.
“You have to
go soon, don’t you?”
Temari looked up from the
mission scroll she was currently holding.
“Yes. Our
village requests that since no counter-attack came after we killed those
Sound-nins, we should go back now.” she told him softly, her smile not reaching her eyes, making her look
sad and troubled.
He sighed as an answer,
murmuring his usual “How
troublesome …”.
“I will be
coming over to visit. I promise.”
He looked up to see her rare,
soft smile and it warmed his insides. He couldn’t help but smile back.
“Thank you,” he muttered in response, reaching out too squeeze her
hand for a moment in a gesture of affection.
“Well, I can’t say when I will be here again for sure, so-”
“No, I meant
for … being there for me when I needed someone. Now I really owe you for
comforting me.” he muttered
softly again, almost unheard by her. Her smile simply grew wider.
“Don’t worry. I needed that too. You really are something
else, do you know that?”
For a moment, he thought she
was making fun of him again, but when she kissed him discreetly just as they
rounded a corner, that quick peck on his lips told him otherwise.
That despite all the
bickering, they both found comfort in each other to overcome their problems and
find the strength to face the day again.
=O=
The next day, the three
sand-nin were on their way home again.
Ino walked up to Shikamaru as
he sat in his favorite cloud gazing spot.
“Come on,
Shikamaru, stop lazing around so much and let’s go train! Move it!”
His reply was a bit of
shifting around and presenting her his back.
How odd. He was lying on his
back … not just that, he also wore his forehead protector around his neck
instead of his arm.
Intrigued, Ino came closer and
spotted a few well-hidden scratches just above his shirt line and his new
collar. Slowly, she reached out as she voiced a question.
“Hey, where
did you get-”
“YEAOOOW!”
Perplexed, she stared as
Shikamaru shot up in the air as she barely touched his back with her hand
before landing on his feet with a pissed off expression.
“Ehehe …
sorry, didn’t know you were still injured
from the fight …”
He simply muttered something
about troublesome women and antiseptic.
Meanwhile:
“Temari,
really now … where did you get those marks? Don’t worry; I’m your
brother. You can tell me,” one of the
three ninjas asked, pointing at the purple marks on her neck.
“Damn it
Kankuro, for the LAST time! I slipped and fell down a staircase! Now get off my
case!”
“Must have
been a pretty aggressive staircase - ow!”
He gingerly rubbed the new
bruise on his head as she crammed her fan back into it’s strap and stomped over to Gaara who took the whole
scene in with his usual, neutral expression.
“Geez, must
be that time of the month …” Kankuro
sighed as they all continued down the road.
AN: Phew. Finally done.
Comments, critique, requests, ideas and corrections welcome.
My first Naruto fic, and it’s actually a Shika/Tem ficlet … you just got to love
this couple. Sadly, there aren’t that many
fics of those two around, so I decided I’d just give it a try myself. Hope I didn’t screw this up too bad … oh well, maybe I’ll come around to write another one.
Until then, ja ne!
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