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Shadowplay and Hurricanes	By : CosmicStorm14 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2909 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is mostly ShikaTema, but expect Shikamaru/Shiho, Shikamaru/Ayame, Temari/Kakashi, Temari/Ino and Shikamaru/Temari/TenTen in future chapters.
Will be a full story when read altogether, but individual chapters will make sense on their own so skip forward if you like.
This doesn't specifically parallel the original timeline or story arcs, but consider it set early Shippuden era, pre-war.
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It had taken many days of travelling to reach Tanigakuri. Two squads had travelled from their homelands into the Land of Rivers to meet here for a straight-forward intel mission; one from the Leaf and one from the Sand. Now that these villages were allies once more, it was common for them to come together for such missions and the Hokage and Kazekage had ensured that their squads would have a place to stay together when they arrived at the Village Hidden in the Valleys. Night had almost fallen by the time the two squads had found each other and checked in to the inn at which it had been arranged they would stay.
Shikamaru turned the two room keys over in his hand. The one marked with blue enamel was for a bunk dorm; the one marked with red enamel was for a twin suite. Oh brother… only just arrived and things are already going to be troublesome.
"What's taking so long?" Temari of the Sand left her comrades in the reception hall to join Shikamaru at the front desk. "Is there a problem?"
It was the smartly uniformed lady behind the desk who spoke. "I was just explaining to your comrade here that it is customary to split groups of shinobi by rank when assigning rooms. We have prepared a dorm room for your general squad and a twin suite for your two squad leaders." The lady pretended to shuffle the papers on her desk as though she were intentionally trying to hurry them along. "Most of our guests are very happy with this arrangement."
Temari folded her arms and rolled her eyes. It had been a long day and this was the last thing she needed. She spoke through gritted teeth. "We are the two squad leaders."
The woman flustered, and Shikamaru spoke up to fill the silence. "You didn't think it would be more appropriate to split us by gender?"
"It is customary…" she repeated, and trailed off. "If this is a problem for you, Miss, I have another bunk dorm available but that would be a considerably smaller and less – "
"No." Temari interrupted. "There's no way I'm moving to a worse room. We'll just have to make the best of it."
She swiped the keys from Shikamaru's hand and strode back to her squad, but not before spitting a comment like venom in the boy's ear… "Shikamaru, I swear that if you've done this on purpose you will not survive the night."
Was his company really that bad? A part of him was quite looking forward to the evening – the two of them didn't often get to spend much time together – but he would never have gone behind her back about such a thing. She was gone before he had the chance to tell her that he had nothing to do with the arrangements. And besides, she wouldn't have believed him if he had. This one was scary even when she was in a good mood; it would be a fruitless effort to argue with her now.
The shinobi gathered up their packs and headed to their rooms. The rest of the travelling ninja trailed into their bunk dorm to unpack their supplies, while Shikamaru and Temari took their room along the hall. Thankfully they had been given separate beds at least. It was a modest accommodation but there was more than enough space for the two of them – a bed at either end of the room and en suite bathroom. The others would have to use a shared shower room and the squad leaders were glad they hadn't opted to swap to a bunk dorm like them. Temari chose the bed by the windows looking out over the Land of Rivers. Night had already fallen now, and lights twinkled below them in the valley.
Shikamaru resigned to the other bed and threw his pack to the floor. He took the opportunity to rest and lay on his bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling.
"My squad are going out for barbeque tonight." I'm obviously only inviting her to be polite and stay on her good side, he convinced himself. "Did you want to come?"
Temari was hungrier than she cared to admit, and perhaps it might be nice to have some down time with the Leaf Shinobi. Sometimes it felt as though there was no break from the missions these days. "I'd like that, thank you."
After freshening up, the teams headed out into the Village and soon found a place to eat. They gathered around the long table and relished the opportunity to speak of things other than their missions while enjoying a warm meal and plentiful sake. The refreshment instantly cheered Temari's spirits. When everyone was full, Shikamaru called in a further round of the rice wine for his comrades.
"OK, everyone." He addressed the group. "I need you all showered and breakfasted by 7.30am tomorrow. We're heading out at 8am, so don't overdo it tonight. Agreed?"
"Yes, Shikamaru," chorused the group, between sips of wine and frustrated mumbles.
"That means you, Uzumaki."
"Aww, Shikamaru!" Naruto complained. "I won't sleep in, honest!"
It was good to see Shikamaru finally starting to take command of his squad so naturally. He had come such a long way since they first met in the Chuunin exams. When they had first fought as youngsters he had been so lazy, so distracted. Now it seemed like the others really looked up to him. If he spent half as much time working as he did staring at clouds, he could achieve so much, she thought. Temari didn't realise she'd been staring at him until he caught her gaze and she looked away quickly.
"Are you alright, Temari?" Her brother was seated next to her and noted her sudden embarrassment.
"I'm fine, Kankuro," she cleaned her greasy hands on a napkin and stood from the table. "But I think I'm going to get an early night. We have a long day ahead of us again tomorrow and this sake is going to my head already."
The first to retire for the night, the kunoichi from the Sand walked back to the inn alone and used her assigned key to get back to her room. It was not a luxurious suite, but she had stayed in much worse. And with much worse company. While she had the room to herself, she took the opportunity to shower in privacy. She left her clothes, black and lilac kimono and a rouge sash, in an almost-neat pile by her bed and went to explore the bathroom. The inn had provided more than enough free soaps and the water of the spacious shower only flashed cold for a second before coming through warm against her skin. She stood there under the stream of the water for a few minutes, alone with her thoughts, before actually scrubbing her skin and washing her hair. The water falling down around her toes was grey with dirt, and it seemed impossible to get the last of the filth from under her nails. How do kunoichi like Ino and Sakura manage to stay so beautiful whilst out on missions?
When she was satisfied, Temari turned off the shower and stepped out onto the cold floor. She wrapped a clean towel around herself and fluffed another one through her blonde hair, beginning to dry it. She came back into the bedroom, followed by a cloud of floral-scented hot steam.
"Sorry, I didn't see… Do you want me to…?" Shikamaru tripped over his own words. She hadn't heard him come in over the noise of the shower, but he was sat on his bed in only his underwear, obviously trying to avert his gaze.
"No," she laughed at his awkwardness. Usually such a composed man, now he seemed flustered over something as simple as her bare shoulders. "You don't need to go, calm down." She opened the bag by her bed and took out her night clothes. He turned away while she let her towel fall to the floor and slipped on a strap-shouldered top and long pyjama pants. She had never been one for nightgowns.
"It sounds as though you all had a good evening," her words sounded sarcastic, though she hadn't meant any offense. There was only a single wall separating their room from the dorm next door and already she could hear muffled chattering and commotion from the bunks.
"Yeah, it's nice for the two villages to come together again. Didn't you? Have a good evening, I mean."
"Yes," she replied, "and for the same reasons." Her words hung in the air for a second while she gave him a chance to consider what she had meant.
She thought she saw him try to suppress a smile before he stood from his bed and headed to the bathroom to clean himself up.
He didn't seem shy of his own semi-naked flesh at all, and Temari had to force herself not to look. Her willpower wavered though, and she couldn't help but steal a glance at him as he passed her. It was the first time she'd ever seen him bare chested. No wonder he isn't shy about his body. He passed by close enough that she caught a hint of his musk over the floral scent of her shampoo and noticed a whisper of dark hair on his chest.
"You know they're all making jokes about us sharing a room together." His words snapped her out of her trance. She heard him turn on the taps and open a miniature tube of toothpaste from the bathroom.
"They are?" I'll give them something to joke about. Shut up, Temari, that's the ricewine talking.
"Probably. After the last time you came to the Leaf, they wouldn't let me hear the end of it."
Now that he mentioned it, she did recall Naruto Uzumaki suggesting that they were on a date while they were both simply liaising for the last Chuunin exams. "Let them think what they want." She called through to him. "If they want to waste their time over such silly notions then they can." That's all it was: a silly notion.
The others were still making a racket next door. They would all be in a terrible state the next morning. When Shikamaru was finished in the bathroom, he returned to his own bed and sat on the edge for some time, as though he were trying to decide whether there was anything he had left to do before the night was over.
"We should probably… get some sleep," she decided for him. They flicked off the lamp lights and settled into their respective beds for the night.
Except Temari couldn't sleep. She was tired, yes, but her mind was racing and her body was frustrated. She was sharing a room alone with a guy who she was sure liked her, while they were both slightly inebriated and no one would ever find out if anything happened. Of course her mind was going to stray. But she didn't need him, she just yearned to have someone close to her. It had nothing to do with him.
Temari had only ever been with one man. Her first truly sexual encounter was with her brother Kankuro's girlfriend of the time, a delicious betrayal that she suspected he had never fully forgiven her for. But her first experience with a male partner was with a boy from the Sand village, Daimaru. He was alright. The experience had been pleasurable in a way, and they had been together more than once, but she did not like him so much as she wanted the experience being with a man. He just happened to be around and willing at the time. And it was the same now. Her body was a pool of lust and loneliness which clouded her mind. She couldn't be with Shikamaru. No good would come of it.
As far as she knew, Shikamaru had never been with a woman. But then, she really didn't know him that well… I wonder if he and Ino have ever…? No, she couldn't imagine him ever making the effort. And with his idiotic ideas of gender roles, how he had protested about having to fight a girl when they had first met in the Chuunin exams, and how embarrassed he'd been when she'd come to save his ass against Kayuya when they were younger. He hated being protected by a girl. He probably believes that a guy should always make the first move, too. He'd hate it if a girl emasculated him by taking the first step. A cruel grin spread across her face where she lay.

The squads had just one full day at their mission and, if all went without complication, would spend their second night in the inn before heading back to their respective villages the following day. The two squad leaders barely acknowledged each other all day, leading their respective teams quite separately. They would be in different lands by the next day and a part of him was desperate to make the most of their limited time together, but he didn't say a thing. Not yet. Not in front of everyone.
When they were back in the room together that night she didn't know how to act around him. Would he expect her to make a move, or was his silence a way of ignoring her and hoping she'd leave him alone? She couldn't read his face at all. Temari was always so sure of everything, and anxiousness was an alien feeling to her. How powerless this boy made her feel. She hated him.
She went to the bathroom to change into her nightclothes in privacy and he was sat at the end of his bed when she returned, barefooted with his jacket cast to the floor but otherwise fully clothed. The room was dark aside from one small lamp and it was just enough to light up his eyes as he glanced up at her. Was that an invitation? Of course not. She kept her mouth shut and her eyes on the ground as she walked across the room and past his bed to her own. Suddenly, she found herself unable to step forwards. Her feet were planted firmly to the ground and she was completely paralyzed. Behind her, Shikamaru was slouched over his hands as he signed his Shadow Possession Jutsu.
"Where do you think you're going?" He spoke in a hushed tone. Just as well - the walls here were thin. She heard him stand from his bed and walk up behind her. She was released from the jutsu but stood still of her own accord now, waiting for his move. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his large rough hands feeling her stomach through her night clothes. His breath was warm against her ear as he pressed himself against her.
"So what, are you taking me hostage now?" She smirked, secretly a little proud of him for his bravery. She wondered if his heart were pounding as hard as hers was.
"Only for tonight." His voice was deep and husky as he spoke in a half-whisper against her ear. "You'll be free to go in the morning."
She turned to face him and one of his hands fell to her hip while the other brushed a little hair back away from her eyes. Their faces were just a fraction away from each other, her nose almost touching his. He held her eye contact. Only for tonight… his words echoed in her mind. Might as well make the most of it. Her heart thumped like a drum in her chest as she rose very slightly onto her toes to allow her lips to touch his. Their kiss was soft and slow for a fraction of a moment, before Temari took hold of his belt and pulled him tight against her. Her tongue explored his mouth with urgency, her yearning made all the worse by the feeling of his hand pressing hard on the back of her neck, pulling him into her.
She pushed him backwards onto his bed, barely losing contact with his lips as she did so. He sat on the edge and she climbed to kneel on the mattress, straddling his hips and slouching to kiss him. The stubble on his cheek bristled against her fingers, his hands following the curve of her back. Her skin prickled at the light touch of his fingertips and her breath quickened, her core tightening. She lifted his shirt over his head and bent to taste his collar bones, still salty with the heat of a day's hard work.
He wrapped his hands tight around her body and lifted her from his lap. He always came across as listless, so much so that she had almost forgotten how strong he could be when he intended it. He spun to push her onto his bed and the springs creaked loudly as she landed.
"Shhh!" She snarled into his ear. He was already above her, his teeth against her neck. "My brother is in the next room."
"Let him hear," came the reply. The insolent little bastard… He may be leader of his team from the Leaf but she was certain he was no match for her puppet-master brother. He'd be more cowardly if it were the Kazekage listening through the wall instead. Still, something about his threat – or maybe it was his mouth on her neck, or the muscles of his back tensing under the hands, or his erection pushing against her thigh – excited her. The guy was a total dick, but maybe this was exactly what she needed.
In the little space between his torso and hers, she let her hands explore his body. The little patch of hair between his pecs, and another below his navel. How his skin followed the contours of the valleys between his lower abs and the top of his hips where his belt lay. He was better looking than her previous partners, she couldn't deny that.
He used one arm to steady himself above her and the other to touch her body. At first he was really quite gentle, scratching his nails across her shoulders and squeezing at her waist. He slid a hand under the lower hem of her top and pushed his arm across her skin until her clothing was displaced far enough that he could reach her breasts. She wore no bra under her top and he wasted no time in gripping her breast tight in his hand, skimming a thumb over her nipple. He swapped between the two of them as though he couldn't decide which one he preferred.
She wriggled underneath him until she had space to lift her top up over her head completely and drop it to the floor at the side of the bed. Both shirtless, Shikamaru moved his kiss to her cheek, her ear, her neck, pressing the muscular weight of his torso against the plump warmth of her chest. His skin was warm and rough against hers, and she fancied she could feel a little sweat beginning to prickle on his back.
His hands found their way to the edge of her pyjama bottoms and the garment was slack enough that it took no effort to begin to slip one hand underneath them.
She stopped him there with a firm grasp to his wrist.
"And I always thought you were the type to take things slow," she teased him, trying to make her voice sound composed though her lungs heaved with adrenalin.
He gave the subtlest shake of his head, his eyes dreamy as though he were drunk on only her smell. "I've been taking things slow since the day I met you."
Had he really wanted her for that long? She put the thought to the back of her mind and lifted his hand from under her pyjamas to the buckle of his belt. "You first."
He obeyed, unbuckling his belt and dismounting from her to stand at the side of the bed and drop his trousers. He did so slowly, letting her watch the silhouette of his body in the darkness, stood only in his boxers which suddenly appeared to be much too small for him. She shuffled to kneel up on the bed and reached out to take a handful of fabric from the edge of his underwear to pull him towards her. She was surprised to feel his hands go immediately to her cheeks to draw her into a deep, wet kiss instead of him grasping for her body straight away. She pulled him close against her flesh and traced the outline of his erection through his underwear. His mind suddenly elsewhere, he stopped kissing her as she touched him, his mouth agape and held still, quivering slightly, so his lips just barely brushed against hers. She could feel his breath, hot and sharp, and even in the darkness she could see enough of his expression, his eyes closed, to notice him contort and quake as her touch sent shivers up his spine. And they were only just getting started… this was exactly the power over him that she needed.
He opened his eyes to see that cruel smile of hers on her lips. It looked as though she'd love torturing him if he let her get away with it. He pushed her hand away from his crotch and made some space for himself on the bed alongside her. She reached to pull a blanket over the two of them, an action which he may have protested against in favour of being given full view of her body, were he not so preoccupied. He gripped her thighs through her clothing and at last she shuffled her weight to allow him to undress her completely. He followed suit with his own underwear and with their clothing giving a light thump on the floor in the quiet of the night, the two were naked together under their blanket for the first time.
Much to his frustration, she kept her legs locked tight together so he was forced to pacify himself with the feeling of a soft tuft of light hair between her hips until she would allow him to pass any further. She won't keep this up for long. He could sense her body tensing and her breath was fast against his skin, the air under their blanket already steamy with heat despite the cold air of the night. She'd give into him soon, he was sure it. Even Temari isn't that stubborn.
He didn't attempt to stop her from playing with him as much as she wanted. She had her hand firmly around the shaft of his penis now and the sensation was made all the more pleasurable by the knowledge that she could tear the appendage from his body at any moment were she so inclined. She began to move her hand up and down his cock painfully slowly, her other hand tracing the edge of his abs as they lay side by side. He had thought of this moment more times than he could count and now that it were really happening, having this kunoichi's hand on him instead of his own, it was almost unbearable.
At last, she relaxed her legs to part them enough for him to slip a hand between. The flesh of her inner thigh was so tantalisingly soft that he couldn't help but squeeze at the feminine plumpness that had always lain just out of reach and out of sight, even in her shortest of clothing. A pause to collect his nerves, and his hand was on her lips. Blushing with a hint of peach-fuzz hair, he navigated her crevices and pushed his fingers inside her. Her wetness slipped over his fingers and she held him tight against her, gasping voicelessly close to his face. She was so… warm. Her thigh was raised up against the blanket and she caught his eye contact for a long moment, her blue/green eyes somehow still bright even in the darkness. He was just beginning to settle into a rhythm when she reached down to remove his hand from inside her and pushed on one of his shoulders to ask him to lie back on the bed.
She was laid over him now, her breasts gentling falling to rest against his chest, their legs intertwined so that he could feel her heat on the top of his thigh. She writhed above him, her fingertips finding grip in his shoulders while his hands smoothed over her back, feeling the curve of her thick naked ass rise and fall against his body. He felt her shift her weight onto her hands as she lifted one knee to cross over his leg until she was straddling his hips, his erection pushing upwards against… against…
"Have you ever…?" She trailed off, looking down at him through suspicious eyes.
His mouth opened but he could find no words, and slowly shook his head to answer her question. There's that sadistic smirk again. She pressed an index finger against her own lips before using the same hand to cover his mouth. Of course, paper thin walls. How much noise did she expect he was going to make that she thought this was necessary? Now was not the time to question her. She kept one hand firmly over his mouth and sat up to allow herself access to his penis with the other. She didn't break eye contact for a moment while she raised her hips above his own and guided his erection directly underneath her. For a horrific second, she hovered there with his tip of his cock getting just a taste of her warm wetness before lowering herself onto him.
The groan that escaped him was loud, even with the precautions she had made.
"Shh!" She scolded him, pushing down hard with her hand to press the back of his head firmly into his pillow. He had his hands on her hips, feeling her body rise and fall above him and with her sat up over him, just enough light filtered into the cave of their blanket that he could make out the beautiful sight of what was happening between them. Her breasts bounced as she rode him and he raised a hand to feel one as it moved, then migrated across her stomach, her waist, her collar bones, the edge of her jawline.
Her spine straightened as she threw back her head to flick her hair out of her face, removing her hands from his mouth as she did so. She leaned backwards a little to support herself by putting two hands on his knees. This new position made the blanket fall from her shoulders and suddenly he had a perfect view. With no pressure keeping his head down, he shuffled underneath her to lift his head and watch. Catching him staring at her body, she flashed him a wicked glare and began to slow her movements. She rolled her hips in a teasing little circle and rode him slowly, lifting her body until he was almost completely outside of her, then lowering herself down around him so slowly that he could feel every inch of friction against her tight walls. She sat low against him, her cheeks and thighs pressing down against his skin, his flesh almost completely inside her, and began to grind her hips slowly. He tried to buck underneath her but she disallowed it. So cruel…
She must have read his anguish, because a strange expression came over her face. It was a smile, but not her usual smile. This one was childlike and playful. The closest Temari has ever come to a giggle. She dismounted from him swiftly and he grasped to pull her back - you can't stop now. But she had no intention of ending things there and met his pleading hands with hers, pulling him from the bed and to his feet. She led him to the flat-topped chest of drawers and hopped to sit on them, facing him in bare flesh. He skipped any kiss or embrace, and moved immediately to nudge her knees apart. She put up no resistance and the chest was an easy height for him to slip inside her with no real effort. He wrapped his arms around her and grasped her buttocks to pull her forwards onto him and began to thrust himself inside her at a quick rhythm, her legs gripped around his waist. The staggered breath escaping her open mouth was music to him and he put his teeth against her neck. Her want for silence only inspired a yearning in him to hear her scream and it took all of his restraint not to bite down hard into her skin. He was in control now.
He felt her hand brush past the skin below his navel. He took his mouth from her skin and stood up straight, glancing down to see her touching herself. Her legs spread on either side of him, her fingers against her clitoris, her bare breasts quivering atop her heaving chest. The tiny gasps she gave as he pushed himself deep inside her, the heat of her wet pussy and the smell of sweat and sex all over them… Shikamaru took a mental picture. The memory of this moment would have to keep him satisfied while they resided in different lands. They would have to part ways first thing in the morning. Don't think about that now…
Her breath was already quickening now that she was providing herself with a little extra stimulation. He could see her abs tensing sporadically underneath a womanly layer of cushioning on her belly. Her orgasm came as a surprise to him. Her whole body tensed as she held her breathe for a few moments, then relaxed all of a sudden and melted into his embrace. Her nails dug into the flesh of his back as she pulled him tight against her with her free arm and her walls clenched around him as he pushed himself into her, over and over. The exasperated moans coming from her mouth were strained as though she were attempting to suppress them.
"Shh!" he mocked her, and received a sharp tear into the skin of his back for his insolence. Her body clenches softened as her orgasm began to subside and he could feel her muscles quaking, her jaw quivering slightly as she kissed at his shoulder. It was more than he could bear. He held out as long as he could, until he was sure she was satisfied, before pulling himself out of her and using his own hand to finish himself against her. His hot cum spilled out over her stomach, dripping into her navel, and down over her thigh. It looked beautiful, but his legs were so weak from the release that he could barely stand. He leaned forwards against her, smearing his slippery fluids between her torso and his. A few seconds to recover his breath, and it was over.
Temari pushed her sticky friend off her naked body and hopped down from the chest of drawers. Her knees were still rubber, not quite obeying her commands, and her veins flowed not with blood but with fire. She composed herself, and wandered shamelessly bare skinned across to the bathroom for tissues. She picked a roll, and returned to their room to find Shikamaru still bent over the chest where she was left him.
She whistled to get his attention, as though he were a dog. "Wake up." Her voice was as normal again. She took a handful of tissue for herself and threw the rest of the roll to him. It hit him in the ribs and tumbled to the floor. She continued to wipe her belly and thighs dry of cum and sweat and watched him finally return to his senses and pick up the tissue to clean himself with.
"That was fun," she spoke nonchalantly as though they had just completed a game of Shogi. She cast her dirty tissue to a bin and stood with her arms folded, nude.
"Yeah." His response fell out of him as a sigh. Is that all he had to say? "Yeah"? What a dick. "We probably… shouldn't… do that again though."
"Obviously," she rolled her eyes at him. "One time thing. You're welcome, by the way."
He laughed a sneering "ha" through his nose. "I'm welcome? You're welcome."
"You think you were doing me a favour just now?" She watched him take his underwear from the floor at the end of his bed and begin to cover his nakedness.
"Come on. You needed that just as much as I did."
"You're awful. I knew this was a bad idea." She bent to pick up her own nightclothes now, slipping into her pyjama pants.
"I won't tell anyone if you don't," he offered.
"Damn right, I'm not telling anyone!"
He gave her a horrible half-smile through narrowed eyes. It made her feel dirty which was probably his exact intent. "Are you ashamed of me, Temari?" He seemed to savour every word.
She snapped at him through gritted teeth, "of course I'm fucking ashamed of you!" He laughed to himself and she hated him for it.
They slept alone in their own beds that night. As far as anyone would be aware, they had shared a room to be polite to the inn staff and economical to their respective villages. They had completed their mission and gone their separate ways with no complications to speak of and that would be the end of it. No one had to know that they had simply taken some frustration out on each other, and it certainly wouldn't be happening again. But some things never do quite go to plan…
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