Written for the LJ community- 50 shinobi.
~No. 30/Flirt~
With an exaggerated sway of her hips, the blonde kunoichi glided along the streets of Konoha with her head held high.
As usual, Shikamaru would stray a few metres behind, taking in the sight he was now accustomed to. She was truly remarkable with all her perfect curves. And even though she told him she only wore that black dress to stop men staring at her twenty-four/seven, he didn't understand it. He could see everything perfectly fine. He blamed her for it though. If she hadn't said anything to him, he probably wouldn't have bothered looking. The thing about Temari was that she could flirt without opening her mouth.
She could flirt without even looking at him.
Sighing, Shikamaru couldn't help but remember how he spent the last two hours; Sitting at the table in some expensive restaurant she had dragged him to, her leg would touch his own every so slightly every 15 minutes.
Just a simple brush, nothing too serious but it was enough to make him gulp down whatever food was currently blocking his air pipe.
When she did make eye contact, she would hold it for just a second... and then look away in the complete opposite direction and he would spend the rest of the day trying to catch her attention again.
It was far too troublesome for his liking.
Could all women flirt like that?
That answer died somewhere in his head when she turned on him, teal eyes piercing his own. The smirk that graced her lips was fleeting but he could still see the edges of her mouth struggling to stay straight.
"You know Shikamaru, you should take a picture," she laughed, rolling her eyes. "You're a terrible flirt." The sway of her hips continued on and his eyes were glued again.
Yup, Temari definitely knew how to flirt...
~End~
Next chapter: No.41/Rivals