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„Oh come on, skip just one day. Let's watch a movie together instead."

Temari stared with disbelief into her boyfriend's hopeful eyes. Hayato flashed a smile. The one he knew would melt her anger at least a little, but this time she did not return it. She furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her hands, her stance clearly demonstrating her irritation, as she grew tired of this topic.

"Staying fit saves my life and the lives of people I want to protect. Plus it's healthy and feels good. So why would I want to skip that? You should join me you know, we could train together."

They have had this conversation too many times to count and seeing how his smile faded, she knew exactly how it will end. He stretched his arms and fell down on the couch.

"Maybe tomorrow…"

Turning away, Temari curved the corner of her mouth, deciding not to touch this subject ever again.

She set out for a run; starting much faster than she usually would she pushed herself some extra kilometers until her lungs started hurting. Resting her back against a training post, she panted dissatisfied. The anger wouldn't leave her body.

Of all people, shouldn't the one working with shinobis every day be more understanding?

Temari grabbed her tessen and sent a few precise lashes of air towards the wooden training posts, dug deep into the ground, and one by one they fell down. Grunting with exasperation, she revealed all three of the stars and swung her weapon with all her might, uprooting all of the trunks that still stood before her, repeating until the training ground looked like it was just hit by a tornado.

With a deep sigh, she slowly walked over to the mess she made. Putting the posts back into their place Temari glanced at the blue sky and the setting sun, still blazing and burning her already tanned skin. No clouds.

"Why are all men so lazy?"

Great. Now I'm starting to sound like a sexist.

"How come I only know lazy men?"

Grabbing a kunai from under her skirt, the thigh band holding 5 weapons, she swung her body around, leaving deep cuts in the wood where the person's neck would be. Using her tessen as a pivot, she kicked one of the logs to lift herself up and turn her body over in midair, avoiding imaginary attack, and finally swinging her closed tessen from the right side and crashing it against the remaining posts she brought all of them down. She stood up straight and looked around, smiled.

It wasn't easy using a weapon of this size effectively in a close combat, and she has been working on that all the time. She wished there was someone to train with; kicking and bumping posts didn't really provide you with enough skills needed for a real fight.

"Could you take a look at my tessen? I think I hit the trunk with a wrong angle and now the screw seems to be a little loose."

Hayato didn't move as much as an inch from the couch when she left 3 hours ago, and now he merely opened his eyes to see Temari was back.

"Sure. Swing by my workshop tomorrow, I'll fix it."

"Will you give me a discount?" Temari smiled playfully, slipping her sweaty body out of her uniform dress right before entering the bathroom.

"Of course. You're my most loyal client, I'm fixing your weapon more often than anybody's else." Sleepiness left his face instantly when his hungry eyes noticed the half-naked body of his girlfriend.

"Maybe it's because you're bad at this?"

"Maybe I did it on purpose so you'd come see me more often?"

"I'm starting to think you did!" Temari shouted over the sound of dripping water and laughed. She smiled to herself, remembering how it all started.

She couldn't help herself but notice a young man in the Tanaka weapon workshop, who didn't even try to hide his stare whenever she came in to get her tessen fixed or upgraded. It was rather hot inside and the guy worked shirtless, but it was his confident smile that got to her. He was later introduced to her as Tamaka Hayato, the son of workshop's owner, and he always made sure to send some flirty looks, as they met more and more often, since the old man Tanaka decided he'd be retiring soon and assigning his workshop to his son. That one time she came back home from Konoha with a ripped fabric of her tessen, she found only Hayato working with weapons; his father decided to spend the day for his hobby – gardening. They laid the tessen on the huge table and inspected the damage. Their hands touched over the ripped fabric and their eyes met, invisible but yet very vivid sparks flying between them. She liked his confidence, but couldn't deny the attraction to his manly frame and husky voice, and when he came over next to her, telling what has to be done to fix the weapon, she didn't recoil from his upper arm lightly touching the skin of her shoulder. Instead, her hand thought ahead of her, tangling her fingers in his greyish hair and pulling his lips on hers, searching for needs to satisfy her sexual frustration, that rapidly increased during the visit with the allies. He seemed like a good choice, his fingers quickly finding the right spots of her body, lips hastily kissing her neck. His hands slid down on her hips and sat her on the table, then proceeded to roll on the condom before he finally eased into her. She closed her eyes, enjoying herself, as he kept moving. Gently, slowly, careful not to be too rough, he made her even more frustrated than she was before. Her legs wrapped around his hips and forced him deeper, telling him subtly what she wants, and as he thrust more strongly, she jerked her head back in satisfaction, and let a small moan escape her lips, that soon followed by his own husky voice as he came right away. She watched the little sweat drops on his forehead, his bulging veins on his arms, which held his body over hers, the way his eyes hungrily looked at her exposed breasts. Even being a little disappointed, she still thought he was cute. He promised to make it up to her, but she didn't take it seriously, neither she really wanted it. One night stands can be awkward as they are, why complicate them with any kind of continuation?

A naked body pressed against her back under the stream of cool water, pushing her forward until her front leaned into the cold tiles. Hayato kissed her neck, just under the jaw, and ran his fingers over her breasts, squeezing them gently. She turned around to face him and her lips met his with passion, lifting one leg around his hips she pulled him closer and raked his back with her nails, inviting him for a session of rough sex she has been craving since the morning, even though she suspected she wouldn't get it if she let him have it his way. His hand slowly caressed her body lines, lips sprinkled her skin with small sweet kisses and Temari groaned from a mixture of arousal and even more – unsatisfactory tease.

He always said he was making love to her. In his definition, it was a slow, gentle, delicate sex, and sometimes she would go with it – just like she did now – until her patience got the better of her and she would sit on top and ride him the way she liked it.

However now there wasn't so much she could do and she moaned silently as he slowly slid in and out of her, staring into her face, having convinced himself the exasperation in her eyes was a positive thing. And she let him torture her until her legs were trembling and she couldn't take it anymore. That was the case now, and when after excruciating 20 minutes Hayato began to move a little quicker, just enough for her to begin climb her own steps of satisfaction, her hand descended down between her legs, desperately looking for way to reach her climax, and he came, kissing her neck and lips while trying to regain his breath.

"Did you...?" He lifted her chin to see her face and did not need to hear an answer afterwards. "Sorry, I'll try even longer next time."

"It's not about the duration, Hayato, how many times do I have to tell you?"

He was a sweet guy, caring and warm, but so damn stubborn when it came to sex. His head was stuffed with some archaic views and there was no way of changing it; she has been trying for almost a year.

Never again in the shower.