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Lie Like This
“Head on your shoulder, you keep pullin' me close
I'm spillin' over, tryin' not to unfold
I don't need to tell you, but I'm lettin' you know
The truth is I can't resist whenever we lie like this.”
Temari had always known that she was a lot – ambitious, straight-forward and admittedly, a bit of a bitch. As confident as she was in most areas of her life…she didn’t see it coming. Being blindsided was probably the worst part of it all. Yes, he’d broken her heart, but her pride mattered more. It was humiliating. She didn’t see him saying those things. Telling her what he’d been doing behind her back while she was working on her career. The way he’d smiled at her, touched her, after coming back from his own affairs. Now, she knew how inconsequential he truly was. After the fighting, after tossing his things from the window that did nothing to make her feel better.
Temari had always been known for being strong, emotionally stable. So, when she broke the news to her brothers, while she didn’t leave any details out – she didn’t shed a tear or appear emotional. She’d shit talked the asshole some and told them in her matter of fact way that she’d known and waited for the right moment to break things off so it would really hurt his ego – a lie, but one that did make her feel better. Their fury and outraged helped more. Kankuro, with his loud ramblings of how he would kill the guy with his bare hands and Gaara – his silent fury – hands clenched tightly on the table but his eyes, despite the anger – looked over at her with a kindness that nearly did made her emotional.
In the first few weeks, it was mostly the nights that dragged out. During the day, most of her time was spent at her father’s office. As the current leader of Suna, he required a lot of support and Temari didn’t mind. It kept her busy but when she wasn’t…things became difficult. The empty apartment. The wine. The loneliness. And sometimes, the tears. Because deep into the night, when she couldn’t sleep, even months later. The memories would be unavoidable. The false memories. Because none of it was real. Not the smiles, not the words, not the way he touched her. It was twisted. Because what she’d known, what she’d lived – had only been half of the story. Everything moment she’d spent with him he’d wanted to be somewhere else.
And it the quiet moonlight, finally alone where no one would know her weakness, Temari’s face would turn into the pillow, hoping it would swallow her tears forever.
And as the months passed, the tears lessened, but the loneliness remained.
So, when the doorbell rang one night after work – the wine bottle hovering in her hand, just short of pouring it into the glass – Temari wasn’t sure what to expect. And if she’d been holding anything it would have dropped to the floor when she finally opened the door. Luckily she had enough sense to mask her shock after only a second of gaping. The heavy smell of fresh smoke wafted into the apartment but there was no cigarette in sight. Just him. Nara Shikamaru. Standing in the doorway, hands stuffed deep into his pockets, sleeves rolled up to reveal the striking tattoos on his muscular forearms – reminding her of just how long it’s been since she’d last seen him. After spending every summer of her life in Konoha until just after college – no, after spending every summer with him, things had changed rapidly when she’d started working. And when she couldn’t get summers off from campaign work – the visits to Konoha stopped altogether. And although the Nara clan often had dealings with her father’s office, Shikamaru hadn’t been the one to facilitate those dealings.
He had his head tilted slightly to the side and he looked older with the slight facial hair – even more handsome than before – not that Temari would ever tell him that. He still had the earrings and the same ponytail he’d worn since she’d met him. His eyes took in her appearance with a slow sweep of her body that she was embarrassingly aware of. The purple tank top and black shorts, her hair loose around her shoulders.
“Well?” she said after a moment, her brows drawing up, “Care to explain what you’re doing here at,” she leaned back so she could see the clock on the wall, “Ten-thirty pm?”
Shikamaru lifted a hand in greeting. “Yo,”
Unimpressed, Temari’s hands went to her hips. “How did you even know my address?
“I asked Sakura.” He said, clearly unconcerned. “You gonna let me in?”
Temari shook her head but stepped aside anyway. “Fine.” She relented.
Shikamaru gave her a slight smile as he passed her and Temari felt a tremble go through her as she shut the door. It had been a long time since she’d had a man in here. Not since her ex months ago and she never expected to see Shikamaru here. Growing up, as thirteen year olds, they were forced to spend a lot of time together while her father spent time in Konoha for political meetings during the summers. While Temari hadn’t initially seen Shikamaru as her type – like most girls in Konoha, Uchiha Sasuke had intrigued her – but the more time she spent with the Nara, things changed. It hadn’t been slow and she hadn’t been aware of the change in herself, until they arrived one summer and it hit her all at once the moment he walked into the room. It wasn’t a peaceful realization either. Temari had stared at the floor, an internal monologue filtered through her head, the repetition of one, single word. No.
As perceptive as Shikamaru was, Temari wasn’t sure if he ever noticed the change in her. If he had, he’d never said anything about it. But things had changed between them in the summers that followed. Subtle touches – to her hand, her back, brushes against her thigh when they sat side by side – and moments where they were so, so close that Temari thought her heart would explode. But nothing had ever happened. Shikamaru hadn’t made a move – and neither had she. Truthfully, it was a disappointment that Temari had carried with her for many years after the fact. So, seeing Shikamaru here wasn’t only unexpected but it awakened things in her that had never been entirely forgotten and she realized that the moment she’d opened the door, from the way her heart had stuttered at the sight of him, to the way her eyes clung to his form in a way that there was no way Shikamaru – intelligent, observant, Shikamaru had missed. She cursed herself for how obvious she made it as she turned to find him standing in the middle of the room, looking around her apartment. Admittedly, it could use some tidying up. Things were just a bit out of place. Not that he could say anything about it – having shown up in the middle of the night for a still unknown reason.
“Shikamaru.” Temari’s hand went to her hip as she watched his attention turn to her. “What are you doing here?”
He rubbed the back of his neck a bit sheepishly, “I need a place to crash for a few days.”
It took Temari a moment to answer as her brows drew together. “You realize this is a one bedroom apartment, right?”
“The couch is fine.” He jerked a thumb towards the couch and Temari let out a sigh. Fear gripped her heart for a moment, almost as if she was afraid to have Shikamaru there – which in itself was…ridiculous. Shikamaru had never hurt her and she knew he never would. She had no right to allow what happened to her to influence this. But having Shikamaru around, for even this short period of time scared her. The way she reacted to him scared her.
How much she wanted him to stay scared her.
And for that reason alone, she wanted to tell him to go. “Fine, just don’t make a mess.”
What? Why did I-
Temari nearly groaned. But, the truth was, she’d never been able to deny him anything.
Shikamaru lifted an eyebrow as he looked around the place and Temari’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah? Got something to say?”
He put his hands up, a breathy laugh escaping his lips and Temari swallowed heavily at the sound of it. “Nothing.”
“That’s what I thought.”
She turned, heading into the kitchen to grab some beers as she tried to calm herself. It was just Shikamaru. Yes, Shikamaru – the first guy I actually fell in love with.
Temari took a deep breath as she stepped back into the room to find Shikamaru already on the couch, on his back, an arm thrown over his eyes. She shuffled over the carpet and sat down next to the couch, leaning back against the coffee table. Shikamaru took the beer she offered him, the arm that was over his eyes falling from the side of the couch, brushing against her toes on the carpet as he balanced the beer on his chest with his other hand.
“So?” she asked after a moment. “What happened?”
Shikamaru let out a heavy sigh. “I messed up a deal. This would have been pretty big for my parents if it went through but –“ he paused, turning his head slightly as she took a sip from her bottle. “Maybe I’m just not made for this stuff.”
“Is this a pity party?” Temari asked and Shikamaru cut her a glare. “If so, you do realize you came to the wrong place, right?”
Shikamaru muttered something under his breath and took a deep drink from the bottle and Temari had to stop herself from staring at how his hand was curled around the bottle and how that tattooed arm tensed as he moved.
“Look, I’m sure you didn’t mess anything up. That’s not you. So why don’t you tell me what really happened.”
Shikamaru set the bottle back on his chest, his tongue darting out to lick his lips and Temari’s eyes followed the movement, her fingers tightening around her bottle before she took a drink to distract herself.
“The man was offering us a good deal to expedite transports of our deer medicines to more dangerous areas in Wind. But he’s also known for cutting a lot of deals under the table for the goods he transports.”
“You don’t mean Morita?” she asked and he glanced at her again.
“You know him?”
“He’s pretty…infamous.” Temari said, considering her words carefully. “What you’ve heard about him is most likely true. I’ve heard reports of him in my father’s office. He keeps his hands clean, and makes sure there’s no paper trail so there’s no actual evidence against him.” Temari shrugged. “But a man with that many consistent rumors about shady activities?”
Shikamaru gave a nod. “Yeah, I thought so. My mother disagreed. And my father just agrees with everything she says.”
“And they still sent you here to negotiate the deal knowing you had…reservations?”
“It’s their anniversary and also the only time Morita would meet. I said I would come and facilitate the deal.”
Temari watched Shikamaru stare up at the ceiling, a finger idly tapping against his beer bottle. “Did you have any intention to begin with?”
Shikamaru’s lids fell shut, dark lashes fanning against his skin. “I told my mother I would make it happen.”
“Did she believe you?”
“She ordered me to do it. So I don’t think she believes I’ll go against her.” He told her, for the first time sounding a bit guilty only when it came to lying to his mother.
Temari took another sip of her beer. “You did them a favor, Shikamaru. I get that because there’s no actual evidence against him that it might lure people in but,” Temari took a deep breath and Shikamaru turned his head towards her as her voice dropped. “Off the record? Morita is being investigated by Suna’s private police on my father’s orders. And not for drug trafficking. There are rumors his transport company is being used for something worse.”
“Shit,” Shikamaru shook his head.
“You did the right thing.” She said nudging his fingers with her toes and Shikamaru tapped at her foot in a distracted way. “So you’re hiding out from your mother?”
“You think the news about Morita will drop soon?”
“Not until they find more evidence, it could be a while.” Shikamaru’s nail dragged along the inside of her foot and Temari tried to wiggle away. “I’ll see if I can find another shipper for you tomorrow. My dad has a lot of connections.” She paused, her eyes watching his hand reach blindly for her foot again. “Why didn’t you call if you were looking for someone?”
His hand paused then and fell back. “Don’t you…” he seemed a bit…hesitant to ask.
“What is it? Spit it out already.”
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”
Temari stilled, her eyes jumping back to his face and was shocked to find him already watching her carefully. “Where did you hear that?” she said after moment.
Shikamaru just watched her, eyes seemingly tracing her face as his finger continued to tap the bottle, faster now.
Temari looked away first, unable to handle the way he looked at her – kind, enquiring, almost desperate to hear her answer. “No.” she said, slightly aggressive. “No, okay? I don’t have a boyfriend,”
“What happened to the one you were with?”
“Who told you?” she asked looking back at him.
“Sakura.” He said, and then again, “What happened?”
“Sakura, again?” Temari’s lips thinned. “I’m going to have to have a talk with her.”
“Temari?” Shikamaru prodded again and it was the first time he’d said her name. It stunned her. His voice was deeper than before but smooth over her name as it slid from his tongue.
“We broke up.” She said, throat dry, hoping that would be the end of it.
It wasn’t. “Why?”
Don’t tell him. Not him.
“We wanted to see other people, of course, that piece of shit started a bit soon.” She told him, suddenly feeling tired.
“Motherfucker,” Shikamaru pushed himself up but Temari went on her knees, leaning in and putting her palm on his chest to stop him. “Hey, it’s okay. Really.”
She could feel his warmth radiating into her hand where she touched him, the rapid beating of his heart.
“You made him pay?”
Temari smiled down at him slowly. “Of course I did.”
Shikamaru seemed to relax back and Temari took a moment before she retracted her hand, sitting back again. Shikamaru took another long drink, nodding slightly to himself and whatever he was thinking and although Temari was incredibly curious, there was no way she was going to ask.
“Aren’t you going to ask?” he said, glancing at her once more and Temari stilled. “Ask…what?”
The tips of his ears reddened slightly. “If I’m seeing anyone?”
“Oh.” She said, blinking. “That.”
Shikamaru frowned a bit. “You aren’t curious?”
“Do you want me to ask?” she threw back, enjoying how uncomfortable he became.
Shikamaru seemed to think carefully about how best to approach this and Temari nearly smiled at how seriously he was taking this. “Well. I guess.”
“I see.” She nodded, making a show of considering his words.
“So you don’t want to know.” Shikamaru took another drink, a muscle in his jaw ticking slightly as his ears reddened even more.
“It’s not that.” She told him, finally grinning as she leaned forward again. “I already know.”
“Huh?” he uttered brilliantly and Temari chuckled softly. “I asked Sakura too.”
“Oh,” he told her, surprise evident. “You asked Sakura? About me?”
Her smile seemed to disarm him. “Sure.”
Shikamaru stared at her face, the way her lips curved up for a moment too long before clearing his throat. “Why?”
Temari lifted a brow. “Why did you ask Sakura about me?”
“Fair enough.” He said with a nod, not pushing the subject further.
Temari took the last sip of her beer and pushed herself to her feet. “Let me get you some pillows and blankets.”
Shikamaru watched her go around the apartment, first to the kitchen to toss her bottle in the trash and then to a hallway closet to grab some extra pillows and blankets for him. Nights in Suna did tend to get cool so Shikamaru sat up and took what was offered with a thanks.
“And Temari,” he said when she turned to head to bed.
“Hm?”
“Thanks for letting me stay.”
She smiled and turned, heading off to her bedroom. She understood why he wanted to hide out for a bit. His mother was definitely scary but mostly he didn’t want to deal with her disappointment – despite doing the right thing. Temari closed the bedroom door behind her but her hand hovered over the lock. She didn’t normally lock the door….why should she now? A part of her wondered for a moment what would happened if Shikamaru did come into her bedroom during the night.
But there was nothing to wonder about.
She would welcome him. Her mind went again to the moment he stood at the door – that image – his hands in his pockets, head tilted to the side. No, she wanted him to come into her room. She wanted him to undress her, kiss her, to feel his hands along her skin.
Her hand fell away from the lock and she headed into the bathroom.
Shikamaru wouldn’t come into her room. She knew that. But with him here now – maybe she could right the disappointment of never doing anything before.
*
The next morning, she slipped out of the door while Shikamaru was still snoring away on the couch, leaving a note for him to make himself at home and not to snoop through her things. She knew he wouldn’t but it would annoy him. After settling her own work, Temari began searching for someone to help Shikamaru. There were regions in the Wind Country that were remote and hard to reach, not only making these areas dangerous but also in desperate need of supplies – such as food and medical supplies. The Nara antidotes were definitely handy considering the number of dangerous animals that were out in the desert. Finding anyone willing to risk their lives to go out there wasn’t easy, but there were companies that did. Naturally their services came at a hefty fee. Which made sense, mercenaries for protection didn’t come cheap. Which was why Shikamaru’s mother had found Morita’s proposal so attractive. Many did, unfortunately – which was why he was so rich. Temari quickly isolated possible candidates and went to her father’s office. Since she knew his schedule, she knew he wouldn’t be in meetings until later in the afternoon.
“And why are you assisting this boy?”
Temari sighed. “He’s not a boy, father.”
Rasa leaned forward on the desk. “But he is younger than you, no? This Nara.”
Temari’s hands went to her hips. “Yes, but what does that have to do with anything.”
“Why are you helping him?” Rasa asked. “Are you and this boy having relations?”
Temari sputtered, shaking her head. “No. What the fu-“ she stopped short at Rasa’s fierce look. “Father, please. It’s a good cause. And it will look good for you having assisted with it, yes?”
Rasa’s eyes narrowed but after a moment he gave a nod. “Fine. I suppose it would.” He held his hand out for Temari’s list and she handed him the paper before assisting him with sending the emails to the companies. The replies would probably only come through within the next few days but she was glad she had something to tell Shikamaru, who she found on the leaning back on the couch lazily, staring at his phone with the TV on in the background. Temari set the take-out down on the table, taking note of his expression as he stared at the device in his hand.
“Your mom?” she guessed.
Shikamaru sighed, turning the phone to her as Temari leaned over the back of the couch to look at it over his shoulder. Nara Yoshino was a fierce woman and a string on unanswered text messages demanded a reply from him as to why Morita told her the deal fell through.
Shikamaru shut the phone off, muttering about how troublesome this was as he tossed it aside.
“I found a few possible companies that can help. My dad emailed them all today.” She told him and Shikamaru turned his head to look at her. Temari’s breath caught. He was close. Incredible close. So much so that she could feel his breath caressing her lips and they tingled in anticipation. She wanted to tilt her chin down and erase that space between them.
His eyes skipped down to her lips, lingering there before moving back up to meet her gaze and she could see that he knew that she’d seen the movement. And he knew exactly what she was thinking.
Temari swallowed.
“How long until you receive a reply?” he asked but he sounded distracted, his voice lower, deeper.
“A few days,” Temari was hushed, her hands tightening on the back of the couch. “Maybe less.”
She’d been here with him before. Dangerously close, her lips aching to feel his kiss. But nothing had ever happened. Having him here erased the time that had separated them and she wanted him to kiss her, she wanted him to erase who had come before him when it should’ve always been him.
The thought was painful enough for her to push away.
“The food’s getting cold.” She said, everything about her appearing normal, except the hoarseness in her voice.
“You don’t cook?”
Temari rolled her eyes at him “Don’t you? Staying here for free and you can’t even make me dinner.”
“You said not to snoop. I assumed that included your pantry.” Temari gave a laugh. “Whatever.” Shikamaru stretched out lazily as she passed him, heading to her bedroom to change into a similar ensemble from the night before, before she dished the food up.
It was quiet when she came around to sit with him, food in their laps.
“He hurt you.”
It wasn’t a question but it made her pause. He hurt you. Shikamaru wasn’t her ex. He was nothing like him. She had no idea why she’d agreed to go out with him. And even while she’d been with him, there had been times she questioned why she stayed. Work became an excuse. Sure, she was happy when she was with him but he didn’t satisfy any other areas of her life. She was unfulfilled. But it still hurt her pride to find out he’d cheated on her. The lies, the betrayal. It had hurt, yes.
But Shikamaru had always been different. And when Sakura had grudgingly admitted – annoyed at being a middleman between them – that Shikamaru had never dated anyone seriously – Temari had been happy, despite being in a relationship herself. She could have gone to Konoha at any point to see him. But the truth was, she could handle what her ex had done but rejection from someone she loved as much as she loved Nara Shikamaru wasn’t something she wanted.
“Yeah.” She replied. “But I don’t regret that it’s over.” And with that, she began to eat her food. Shikamaru took that as his cue that she was done talking about it. They ate in a silence that wasn’t exactly comfortable – but also not tense.
After eating Temari took his plate with a smile and headed to the kitchen to wash up. Water glided along her fingers and she heard Shikamaru moving around but she didn’t look up. The unexpected intimacy of having him here had caught her off guard. And she wanted to -
Temari tensed as tattooed arms slid around her waist, pulling her back against a warm, solid chest. The plate dropped from her fingers, splashing water all over her shirt and his arms. Shikamaru didn’t react as he pressed his face into her neck. She tensed for a moment, warring emotions in her heart. She loved being in his arms but panic swirled in her chest despite the way her heart pounded, demanding him closer.
Rejection wasn’t something she wanted. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid.
Afraid of the pain, the loneliness, of having the one she always wanted and losing him.
“What are you doing?” spinning herself around and holding him away with a hand on his chest. “Temari-“ he tried, a serious look in his eyes.
“You can’t do this. You can’t touch me like this. You know my personality. This –“ she mentioned between them, “Us, would never work long-term.” She shrugged, trying to appear unconcerned despite the obvious shake in her voice. “Not starting something would be better.”
Shikamaru stepped closer and her arm bent without giving resistance. Shikamaru’s hands slid onto her cheeks, she stared up at him, a weakness in her body as her fingers gripped his shirt.
“That can’t be true.” He told her, head dripping down, the warmth of his forehead on hers seeping into her skin.
“How do you know?” she asked, unable to look away from his dark eyes.
“Because I never stopped thinking about you, Temari.” He confessed and her fingers twitched around his shirt. “And now I know you never stopped thinking about me too.”
His lids shut, chin dipping down slowly, giving her all the time in the world to tell him no. He would stop. Temari knew he would. But she didn’t want him to.
“Kiss me,” she breathed and Shikamaru’s lips pillowed against her own, the kiss was slow, tentative – at first. Shikamaru kissed her with a slow ferocity as if he had been waiting years to taste her lips. And when he pulled away, staring into her eyes as his thumb ran along the corner of her lip before his hands slid away and he stepped back, clearing his throat slightly and rubbing the back of his neck as if he hadn’t just melted her on the spot.
“Yeah, that wasn’t how I intended for it to go. I’ll – uh – I’ll stop bothering you.” He turned on his heel almost shyly and Temari let out a shaky breath as she watched him go. She finished the dishes in a daze and headed out to the living room where Shikamaru was seated on the couch again, eyes on the TV but from the way his finger tapped against his knee, it was clear his thoughts were elsewhere.
I never stopped thinking about you.
Was that why he never dated anyone? Temari had never imagined – hoped – that was the case. But he hadn’t been wrong. Not about her. Not about anything.
Still, Shikamaru would return to Konoha soon – that was inevitable. And she would remain in Suna. Her life was here, his was back there. If she went to him now, she wouldn’t be able to take back the careful distance between them. Things would change, forever. But she wanted that. She wanted him.
And she knew that before she stilled in front of him. Shikamaru’s head tipped back to look at her, his hands clenching at his sides.
“Tema-“
Fear and excitement swirled in her belly as she leaned down, her knees going on either side of him as she sat down on his lap.
Shikamaru’s eyes closed with a groan – half pained, half desire. His chest rose and fell under her hands rapidly. “Tell me you want this?” he whispered, lids half opening, fingertips ghosting over the skin of her thighs.
“I want this.” She told him and his lips collided with hers as his hands dug into her thighs. Her hands slid into his hair, pulling the elastic off as he nails scraped against his scalp. Shikamaru made a low, pleased sound, his tongue sliding into her mouth and Temari sighed into the kiss. Shikamaru pulled away, panting slightly as he trailed wet kisses along her jaw and her head tipped back, giving him access to her neck. His strong fingers slid up to her hips, yanking her closer to him – positioning her damp core over where she could feel him growing hard and her body tightened in response, fingers tightening in his hair. His teeth grazed her neck and Temari gasped, hips rocking against him and sensation rippled from her, ripping a mewl from her lips. She felt his lips curve against her skin right before he bit down again and her body seemed to react on its own, hips grinding down on him again and again. Shikamaru reached for the hem of her tank top and Temari allowed him to pull it from her before he continued his assault on her neck, shamelessly leaving marks on her soft skin until she was quivering against him, her hips grinding down on his hardness. Shikamaru flipped her onto her back, blond hair fanning out against the pillow she’d given him. Temari stared up at him, eyes hazy, cheeks flushed and lips swollen and parted with her heavy breaths. She watched greedily as his strong arms reached down to pull his t-shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere behind the couch. Shikamaru leaned down between her thighs, his mouth on hers once again – his kisses needy – all teeth and tongue as his hand curled around her thigh, pulling it up along his side as his hips rocked down against her. Temari moaned into his mouth, her body tensing, hips bucking against him but he reached down to still her, angling himself before grinding along again and Temari let out a gasp of his name, her head kicking back against the pillow. He watched her, hips moving down again as her bottom lip slid between her teeth, a low moan coming from her throat. Temari’s hands slid along his arm, feeling the muscles tense underneath her and the slight shake that mirrored her own in his body. Temari could feel him, painfully hard in his pants as he grinded against her, his body tight with need as his face buried into the crook of her neck, shaky breaths and kisses fanning against her marked, sensitive skin there. His hand reached between them blindly, fingers catching the wetness on her shorts and he groaned her name, his digits rubbing along her clothed sex with maddening intensity before his hips came back, rutting against her again and again. His moans vibrated into her skin and Temari ‘s fingers gripped his arms, hanging on by a thread.
“We shouldn’t,” he said, voice gasping, “Not like this, but fuck, I want to Temari, you’re so beautiful like this. I can’t-“
“Fuck me, Shika, please.”
Her fingertips slid along his cheeks, her lips finding his in a slow, heated kiss and Shikamaru’s hands slid into the waistband of her shorts, sliding them down and off along with her soaked underwear before his shaky hands fumbled with his belt and Temari reached between them, her lips still hungrily on his mouth as she undid his belt and popped the button on his pants. Shikamaru pushed them down in a rush, hands on her hips within seconds as his weeping tip found her entrance and he let out a long groan as her heat took him in, a shudder running through him. Temari’s body tightened all over at the feeling of him stretching her out, an unexpected cry on her lips. It took him a moment to adjust, to gain some semblance of control on himself but it nearly shattered when he looked down at her, eyes glazed over, cheeks ruddy, pretty lips shaping his name. Shikamaru squeezed his eyes shut, his hips rocking slowly.
But the sensation is too much and through the rushing in her ears, Temari heard it. I love you. He said it quietly, almost like a prayer, his voice tight around the pleasure. But it reached her, her arms clinging to his strong shoulders. Overwhelmed, she nudged his mouth back up to her own, kissing him with a lost sort of desperation, the words tumbling from her lips between kisses. Shikamaru tensed for a moment, possibly wondering if he’d heard her correctly, and when he was sure, his lips returned to hers with a renewed fire, his powerful body rolled down into her, intense and passionate. Temari clung to him, lost in sensation, her hips meeting his almost unevenly. “You feel so good,” she cried, nails digging into his back as she felt herself coil tightly, desperately chased her end.
Shikamaru panted as he leaned over her, finally looking down at her. “Let me watch you cum.” He grunted between thrusts, “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.”
Temari scratched along his back and his hips stuttered, a strangled moan tearing from his throat as he walls tightened around him at his words. Temari whispered his name over and over again, louder and louder until her back arched and she cried out, clinging to him as she fell over the edge. His body tensed up above her, hips jutting down rapidly as he emptied himself inside of her with a strangled sound.
After, the lay together, Shikamaru half on top of her as she idly traced the tattoos along his arm as it laid across her stomach. His lips pressed into her shoulder and Temari couldn’t stop herself from smiling.
“Again?” she asked, nudging him with her thigh and Shikamaru groaned.
“Tch. Troublesome woman.” He pulled her closer. “Nap first.”
Temari hummed, turning her head to press a kiss to his temple.
Shikamaru dozed off almost immediately but Temari woke up to his tongue between her thighs hours later.
And while he did return to Konoha, she wasn’t sure how she found herself there too, months later, a ring glinting from her finger.