Shiba
When Shika and I become one.
It's kind of silly now that I think of it, caught in an alley way. Now that's something to remember.
First we were arguing, and then he kissed me, just out of the blue. He just kept kissing me, so I just kept kissing back. I don't really know why . . . to get back at him, maybe.
Poor Iruka, he just happened to walk by at that inopportune moment;
"Wha-Shi-Ki . . . UHWAH?!" was all he managed to spurge out, ah man, you have no idea how hard I tried to keep in my laughter. His face went bright red then, he just continued walking as if nothing had happened.
–After that incident he and I were inseparable - Shikamaru and I, that is.
'K.I. + S.N.', we put it everywhere, in alleyways, on bridges, and even on the wall of our school. We were simply "proving our feelings for each other", is what Shika would always say.
Shika has this way of getting to me, his smooth calm voice and that look . . . damn, makes me drool just thinking about it.
Ahem, back to the story.
"How much do you love me?" he would ask.
"Lot's," I'd say.
"How much?" he'd ask again.
"This much," I'd answer and kiss him, sometimes so hard that we would fall to the ground.
Odd conversations for Kids our age, don't you think? I didn't care, as long as I was with him I was happy. Even though I was so afraid of losing him, so afraid that he didn't feel the same way I felt, saying he loved me wasn't enough. I never voiced this in fear that he would get annoyed by my insecurities, he would always get annoyed with those girls, I didn't want him to think of me that way.
Well, after two years of ignoring our hormones and suppressing our testosterone, we decided to go further in our relationship.
We were curious, and just about ready to explode. So, we put together what little money we had and sent my parents away for the weekend.
"Mom?" I said.
"Yeah?" she answered.
"When will you be back?"
"Around twelve on Sunday. . .why?"
"J-just wondering."
"Shikamaru's going to be over here isn't he?"
I broke into a heavy sweat. "Uh, yeah," I couldn't lie to her.
"Have fun," she waved and smiled softly.
I quickly ran to tell Shika the good news.
We sat on my bed, staring, and for what felt like an hour, neither of us spoke.
Then, he gave me that look, at that moment all the little men in my head were yelling and screaming at me to make a move.
He crawled up to me from across the bed on all fours. Slowly, he lifted my shirt off my body.
The little men in my head went mad. They started running in circles and sounding all the alarms in the contents of my brain.
I did the same for him, within moments, there were grabs, kisses, a steady on rhythm motion, and not-so-subtle moans.
The next morning I woke up in his arms, there is no where I'd rather be, no feeling I'd rather feel, and if this was a dream, I prayed to never wake up . . . ever.
Nothing could have replaced this moment.