The First Kiss
Disclaimer: Don't own Gaara, Shikamaru, Temari, or ramen. Unless you count the cuppa noodles in my pantry…
Summary: Temari kissed him, and then pulled away. "What are you doing to my sister?!"
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"You're just a stupid coward," Temari scolded, "Your father was right. Why didn't you speak up for yourself?"
Shikamaru shrugged nonchalantly. He was just relieved that Neji, Chouji and the rest of his team were still alive. Why should he bother about what his father thought of him wanting to quit? He didn't want to now. He said so to her.
"Men are so strange! You're such a fool. You were crying back there, how can you pretend you're not hurt?"
"I don't wear my emotions on my sleeve. Why do you care so much about me anyway?"
"Because! You're…urgh!"
"Eloquent," he observed.
She whirled on him, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him, kissed him, so fiercely that he could barely remember his name, let alone his teammates, his failed mission…the world was Temari, her lips on his, her hands at his hips, her breath in his ear, her body against his…
Temari was furious. How could this boy get under her skin so completely! How could he make her lose her cool so completely? Despite it all, how could she want him so bad?! Her tongue probed for an entrance, and he gave it readily. She found, pleasantly surprised, that he was letting her dominate. She guided one of his hands to her waist, and the other one took up a position in her hair. She was glad. The one thing that had stopped her from doing this before was the shame of having to submit to a man, but Shikamaru was different. For all his 'won't get bossed by a girl' attitude he was quite willing to let her take the lead.
"You're mine, I can't stand seeing you being attacked and not defending yourself. Let me do it for you if you have such a problem with it."
Shikamaru was in heaven. Where else could he be? Suddenly, he realized why his parents were still together. What had his father said? His mother had times when she smiled, when she made him happy. With Temari, he understood what that meant. Her anger was tsunami, it came and went, but her spirit was the ocean, it was always there. Shikamaru thought that he could float on its surface forever, watching the clouds till the end of his days.
Temari wrenched away, unexpectedly.
"What?" Shikamaru asked, confused. She jerked her head to the right.
"Gaara."
Arms crossed, eyes narrowed, legs apart the sand-user stood.
"What were you doing to my sister?"
"Uh…"
Shikamaru ran.
Fast.
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Well? Likey you or no likey you? I likey Gaara. Yay Gaara!