My first fanfiction for a while, so sorry if my writing is rusty, and slightly non descriptive. I've written this fluffy one-shot to get back into the jist of writing again, if this gets appreciative or helpful comments then I'll try and start one with more of a plot, etc. Again, even if it's criticism, reviews are greatly appreciated!
Parings: Temari X Shikamaru
Thanks,
Kamika
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Love was such a cruel emotion. It was worse, far worse, than any physical pain anyone could ever endure, in Shikamaru's opinion. The way it somehow almost felt like your inner organs were closing in, the way it affected you internally, like some form of brain washing. Anything that played with his mind put Shikamaru on instant guard. Anything that could mess with his intelligence and genius reputation disturbed and worried him, yet he felt it was something he could not escape. Unluckily for him, Tsunade had shoved him into a group with Naruto and Ino for their mission to clear an area near the hidden sand village of bandits, but on the more fortunate side of things they cleared off to do their own thing once they'd arrived. The group still had a day to wait until the bandits were due to move on, so they were postponing the attack until the sky had darkened a little.
The dark haired boy sat leant against a wall, muttering oaths as grains of sand whipped around him, agitating his eyes. He rested his head against the brick and closed his eyes momentarily. It really was for a few seconds, because when he opened his eyes again, he sensed another person within a few feet from him, and low and behold, it was the person he least wanted to see. A petite, scruffy haired blonde stood gazing cockily down at him, her elbows propped up on the metal mechanism of her fan. He grunted, and mumbled up at her, "What do you want." Her dark eyes narrowed, yet she failed to reply, instead deciding on crouching down beside him, and starting to play with the hem of her skirt where a thread had started to come loose. He stared at her for a few more seconds, before closing his eyes again, all the time very aware of her presence, and just how close she was from him. After at least half an hour, in Shikamaru's view a very uncomfortable and strained amount of time, he stood up, and after dusting off his jacket, pivoted on his heel and began to walk away. He felt her eyes boring into his back, and just when he was about to turn to face her, she appeared, inches away from his face, the same maniacal grin she'd maintained whilst fighting with him in the Chuunin exam. Before the pineapple haired boy had chance to think of anything, she'd slammed him into the nearest hard object, and was pressing the whole weight of her body into his, her slender sun kissed arms entwining around his shoulders, her face buried into his chest. She listened intently to his heartbeat, and was aware of the increase in pace. Satisfied, she lifted her head and for the first time, looked for his expression.
Being the man who always found everything so troublesome, she almost expected him to be glaring at her, but for once it was quite the opposite. He smirked, and wrapped his own arms around her waist, before the distance between their faces closed. It couldn't even be described as a kiss, just a clumsy bump in which their lips grazed for a fragment of a second. There was no messy tongues sliding grotesquely around each other's reddened lips, no perverted fingers reaching greedily for the opposite genders assets, there was no need for such lust. They were simply two love struck teenagers, their bodies pressed so needily together that their shadows, magnified and stretched by the setting sun merged into one and became siamese along the sand ridden concrete.
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Fin.
Short, I know. But it was only meant to be a fluffy one-shot.