And T'was a peaceful day in Konoha.
Shikamaru and Temari were cloud gazing, per Shikamarus request, Temari had cuddled herself into her newlywed husband and was peacefully sleeping, her present husband clearly not cloud gazing, but instead admiring how beautiful his newlywed wife could be. Her blonde hair, not in their usual fasion, but instead cascading down her face, like a smooth blonde waterfall. Mr. Crybaby decided to brush the blonde waterfall away, to 'observe' more of her face, it was incredibly beautiful and acne free, even though the life of a ninja was a tough and dirty, he marveled at how her hands, so tranquil, and feminine could not be calloused after all the hard abraison from kunai throwing and tessen use. Her figure was so, dainty and elegant, he spotted a small, faint scar on her thumb, but disregarded it because it was too small to have a real impact on her, the sun was setting now and the crimson from the sky tainted her skin a baby pink which reflected off her soft blonde locks of hair. He smiled, a small smile, a small admiring smile. The sky was now dark. Temari began to stir, her stunning eyes fluttered open. Still not quite awake she said "so you were watching me sleep huh crybaby? Creepy much", the tiredness evident, she stifiled a yawn and sat up, now obviously awake, her eyes sparkling with a loving madness. Which faded as fast as it came. Her ethreal blue eyes now gazing at her significant other. She seemed to remember a painful memory, after a short but endless silence, she spoke in a barely audible whisper "me and Kankuro used to stargaze when my mother was alive". "Then why don't we do it?" Asked Shikamaru. They seemed to telepathically communicate and leaned against a nearby tree, Temari small enough to sit in Shikamaru's lap while he sat cross legged, she buried herself into his chest, her tessen leaning against the tree. They sat their for a while, sneaking small glances at each other whilst pointing out shapes in the stars. Every once in a while something romantic would roll off their tounges, something along the lines of "you look like that star over there", then they would look at each other, smiling staring into eachothers eyes, Temari being an older woman seemed timeless, as if Shikamaru was the older one. "What a drag" "what do you mean?" "My leg has fallen asleep". Temari proceeded to get up carefully as if she didn't want to wake up the sleeping leg. (Eww my similie), she began the help him up, her slender fingers entwining with, another set of slender fingers, her strength was evident when she effortlessly pulled up the man and brought his face naughitly close to hers, a blush growing on both of their faces. Their lips had a fateful encounter that day, their tounges dancing with each other. When they finished this small lovefest, they walked home, unkowing of another figure accompanying them.