I Sit by Your Window
Summary: It was a mistake; that was really all there was to it. Once Shikamaru misguidedly followed Temari back to her estate, he is brought to a whole new side of his masculinity that he does not completely understand.
He wanted her; she'd never tell.
Secretly she wanted him as well.
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He watched her remove her ebony yukata and slip into a thinner, softer night dress. His gaze followed her hands as they played with the kunai next to her pillow. He blinked as she whispered words to the weapon before scoffing and closing her eyes.
The man by the balcony grimaced as the blinds on her window suddenly close, nearly knocking him off of the tree he crouched on. A sigh escaped his lips as he continued to stare at her window, images of her dozing off to sleep still haunting his consciousness. There was nothing he could do to keep himself from coming back every night, from watching her undress and slip into her nightgown. Nothing to stop him from scowling every time the window magically slams or the blinds marvelously shut close.
He felt sick to the stomach by his own actions. What was he now, some peeping tom? A slight shake of the head and he was on his way.
'It was a routine feat,' he told himself every time he would depart to his temporary apartment. He would be back in Konoha in a week's notice.
'It was a mistake and it would never happen again.'
He said that, but he knew he was sprouting complete bull shit.
Nara Shikamaru would return like he always did.
01:
There were two things that annoyed Shikamaru more than anything in the world. The first was nagging women. He had his share of blabbering females that had mouths like leaky faucets, always running and oh so difficult to clog!
Being the son of a Jonin and a stay-at-home mom granted those types of situations. His dad was seldom home due to missions and such, making his mother a very lonely and needy woman. Which was where said son came into the picture.
Naturally, Shikamaru became the substitute, his mother's personal and dispensable company.
'The agony,' he mentally groaned.
The second and more irritating thing (at least by Shikamaru standards) was a rainy day.
Not that he enjoyed sunny days; it was just that the former were so much more troublesome.
Imagine! The lack of sun usually made him stub his toe on passing anthills and cracks. He especially loathed the dark storm clouds that seemed to block his white cumulus puffs (1).
Shikamaru paced the dust-filled marketplace when he was brought to a stop. Olive vest collided with black cotton sleeves.
"Oh, there you are."
He turned to glance at smug navy blue eyes. Spiky blond hair trapped in four childish pigtails complemented her dark robe. Yet one thing was for certain. Temari was nothing like a child.
Shikamaru sighed as his gaze cornered in at the woman's lips. He found himself mesmerized by the way she formed her words, how the two soft pieces of pink flesh pursed together to shape vowels. Ooh he saw her lips make. Ooh.
She rambled on about something only a woman would drone on about (2). The time it took to locate his lazy ass? Or, perhaps it was about the weather? Shikamaru could only laugh inwardly at his second guess.
"You're not listening to me," scowled Temari. Then, almost as quick as a certain hyperactive blond back in Konoha could inhale his ramen, her frown morphed into a smirk.
"Or, are you just too busy staring at my beautiful face?"
"What's there to look at?" countered an annoyed and slightly panicked Shikamaru. 'Had she seen…?'
Anger and bewilderment flashed across her features.
"Nothing to look at! I'll have you know…" And on continued her irrelevant chattering. Shikamaru could hardly keep coherent thoughts as he walked with her, two dusky orbs transfixed on her curvy, womanly form. He mentally smacked himself while he brought a slightly calloused hand up to relieve a small but growing headache.
'This is going to be a long day.'
The two strolled over to Suna's Kage complex. Shikamaru was careful not to piss his partner off while trying hard not to look like a lecherous pervert. The usually calm and collected shadow manipulator was having troubles fighting off wanton thoughts.
Temari reached for the door as he followed suit; they entered the building.
Not long afterwards, they exited through the same doors, Temari gloating about her kick ass raise albeit Shikamaru's headache grew. Her last bits about her brother Kankuro's latest romantic failure finally caused him to snap.
"Can you stop?" he hissed sharply.
A glimmer of hurt surfaced in her eyes before quickly hardening. Hurt twisted into a need to hurt.
"Ok, what's with it to you? Ever since you came here you've been shooting me the evil eye!" 'Is that what you'd call it?' Wondered a faintly amused Shikamaru.
"You keep ignoring me and tuning me out. I thought after the chuunin exams…" She glanced to see a lazy brunet with his eyes closed.
"See! You're still not listening! I oughta –." He placed a hand on her shoulder. Blue-gray met dusty brown. Shikamaru sighed.
"..Sorry," he mumbled.
Her look of displeasure was replaced by a softer, more understanding emotion. Well scratch that, she didn't really understand, but who's to judge?
They continued their little morning saunter until a messenger hawk plummeted from the sky, a parchment urging the return of the shadow manipulator strung on its leg.
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(1) Cumulous clouds
(2) I didn't mean that as a sexist comment. I'm female myself (:
I'm hoping for any critique on my writting style (There's supposed to be a slow but rich romance between the two). The next chapter would be better and more interesting. Think of this as a prologue. Reviews are also appreciated!