Inordinate Passions

By: -love-is-a-broken-heartbeat-

Written: 8. October. 2009

This is a story of my own personalized themes. It has no affiliation with any themes groups as I have made it out of my own accordance.

Theme One: There is nothing to compare to the feeling of a sunrise.

Rating: Maybe 15-16 +; not quite 'M', but pretty damn close.

Shikamaru did not want to admit the warm sparks that infiltrated his pounding heart every time she was around. He'd even stopped looking at her in the face days ago because he was afraid he was terribly opaque and she was horrifyingly intuitive; able to read people within seconds of grazing her own bright blue eyes across theirs. He didn't want her to see.

Her long blond tresses were always perfectly ironed stick straight and yet, somehow, her hair still managed to look sleek to the touch. It had grown longer over the years since her first real challenge against Sakura and just barely rested above her belly button when she pulled it up into her 'casual' ponytail. Shikamaru knew she spent hours trying to make it perfectly smooth without the careless bumps of his own messy topknot. She wasn't fooling him when she lied about the amount of time she spent in the bathroom.

He'd stopped catching her body when she had rid herself of the bandages. She was just to fucking hot exposing her fit stomach and the span of her legs. She looked taller, like a delicate goddess on her pedestal. And he was afraid he'd jump on her; give her bruising kisses; run his coarse hands on her glassy skin; shove his hands into her shirt and dig his fingers under her skirt, pushing his fingers into her core; that he'd completely lose control around her whether she was conscious or not. He couldn't handle that.

Shikamaru had told Ino that he wasn't into the art of catching bimbos. And, of course, she'd been choleric and hit him as hard as she could, finishing the session by kneeing him in the groin and telling him that he was not attractive enough to catch her anyways – that she'd only let him catch her in the first place because he was her fall back boy, her last choice. He was in too much pain to even mention Chouji. He told himself that distancing himself would be worth it.

The sky was a constant reminder of the ultramarine hue of her eyes and he found he could no longer enjoy watching the sky. Every time he tried to, her sharp gaze wormed its way into his mind and all feelings of discomfort and lust came back tenfold. The first time, he'd been so clouded over in the animalism that he hadn't realized he was touching himself as he saw her face and imagined what it'd be like to strip her of her clothes and pride, and to just fuck her in the field. Upon his release, he'd grown red and embarrassed and disgusted with himself. The fourth time his lewdness occurred, he'd stopped looking at the sky.

Every casual move of her pert lips was the fire red glow of the sun late in bloom and her smile was an explosion of color across his vision. Every graceful step she took when she walked ahead of him was absolutely dreadful as he watched her hips and his half lidded eyes drank in the details of her curves. He already felt sick and uneasy.

Chouji had not been able to accompany them on this particular mission because his skills were currently needed elsewhere. Shikamaru swallowed, not knowing how he'd ever be able to survive without a third person there. His eyes settled on her calves as she whispered by the trees elegantly.

It took him a while to realize he was talking to her, "–gh. We should set up camp for the night."

"Why?" she looked back at him, irritated, "We could get so much farther tonight."

"Because I said so," he muttered back, snapping his eyes away from hers.

"Fuck that," she gritted back, "Do we really have to play follow the fucking leader Shikamaru? Should I always listen to exactly as you say? I can tell how much I disgust you. Why should I even spare you the time of day?"

Shikamaru found he'd suddenly felt sour and wanted to throw all of his effort away. He wanted to shove her into the damn tree and tell her exactly what he was feeling and what was going on and what he wanted to do to her and what she was unknowingly doing to him. But Shikamaru was a coward and knew that she would refuse to accept it – to accept him. And so his venomous tongue spoke no words and they continued on as far as the blonde beauty wanted to go.

When the two finally did stop, Ino was watching him intently and it made him uncomfortable. Shikamaru did not like to be scrutinized, especially by the female gender. He felt her eyes waver from his face, to his unkempt hair, to his rumpled clothes, to the front of his pants, and to his feet. And then she asked him the question he dreaded.

"Why don't you look at me anymore Shikamaru?" her brash tone dithered.

"…" Shikamaru could not bring himself to tell her the truth nor could he bring himself to lie to her. He settled for the in between, "I don't know. It's complicated and you wouldn't understand."

"You know, if you took care of yourself better, maybe a girl could actually want you." She always changed the subject to juvenile insults when she grew angry. Ino's words were acid against his esteem.

"People should like you for what's on the inside Ino." Shikamaru started evenly, "Do you really only want someone who fucks you then leaves you once you gain five pounds and get a pimple in the middle of your face?"

And then Ino was straddling him on the tree he was leaning against, her breath callous against his jaw, "Then why are you avoiding me Nara?"

Shikamaru felt her sharp eyes as they pierced into his own – there was no escaping. Her thighs squeezed against his pelvis and he inadvertently moaned, sliding to his bottom as she followed, "Fuck."

Pretending not to notice his slip, she placed her hand on his shoulder and hissed into his ear, "Tell me or I won't get off."

His hands automatically gripped at her waist as he glared at her. His length was hard against the inner side of her left thigh.

"So you want to have sex then?" he asked lowly, his hold tightening as her eyes widened in something akin to surprise, "Because that is what's going to happen if you refuse to get off."

The blonde started, "I-…"

Before Ino could even begin to formulate a response, Shikamaru stood and dropped her carelessly to the ground. Her indigo eyes were aghast and his voice was cold, "Don't mess with me Yamanaka. Just leave me be."

Before he could walk away, Ino's arms tucked around him in a flash, "I want you to tell me why it's so horrid to be around me."

He ignored her and patiently waited for her to pry her falcon claws off of him. When Ino's hands finally left him, he turned to her, "I don't want to be like all of the other guys you've been coitus with Ino. I told you that you couldn't understand. Stop trying to get into my head."

He found he couldn't resist her watered down face and pressed his lips hesitantly against her forehead. Shikamaru's world burst into a million colors at once and his hands trembled slightly against her shoulders. She had no idea.

He pulled away frowning at her, "Don't worry. I won't run and tell the whole wide world that you just tried to seduce me. It would ruin your reputation of running after attractive men."

It was hard to resist the angry tightening of her lips as the sun rose behind her voluptuous figure and bathed her in the glorious rays of desire and idolatry. Ino glowed with an uncertainty that had Shikamaru nipping his own lips, desperate to resist any part of her.

After all, Ino was the sunrise early in the morning. She was pale yet vibrant. She was flimsy but sturdy. Ino was the undertone of the wind against his skin in the fields; the angry ringing of the alarm clock in the morning. She was the bustling crowd in the streets with their whispered rumors on the way to work. And Shikamaru felt cursed because he found her attractive even though she was never and would never be what he looked for in a woman.

He knew that he wanted a part of her that he couldn't resist – Shikamaru was not stupid after all. He'd been trying for quite some time. But all be damned, he was having a hard time.

To Be Continued…

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