Title: Playful

Pairing(s): ShikaTema

Rating: M

Author's Notes: I remember a while ago someone ask me to write a Shikatema smut and I kinda said that I'll try. Enjoy. They're very much OOC. *covers face* I'm horrible in writing smut! I took Unmotivated Genius's advice and edited this back. If there's still grammar mistakes tell me. I know my English is not my native language, I'm still learning, all right? Honestly speaking I won't accept this kind of excuse. Idk 'bout you guys but that's just me.

Disclaimer: Tch yeah, I know I don't own Naruto. If I did - OH WOULD SOMEONE FIX GAARA'S HAIR! HIS HAIR BEFORE WAS FINE ALREADY!

As soon as Shikamaru opened his door to his apartment, a loud music could be heard from the kitchen. She must have been singing again. A small smile appeared on his lips. He made his way towards the kitchen and his eyes widen at the sight before him.

She's baking - a cake to be precise.

Well technically that not the only reason Shikamaru was shocked. Temari was dancing while baking. Baking. Like a magnet, his eyes are drawn to his wife's ass. Her hips swayed to the music as she dance. And plus she was wearing really short shorts.

Temari was so concentrated in decorating the cake with butter cream, when suddenly; someone wrapped an arm around her waist.

On instinct, she screamed and turned, spraying some butter cream on Shikamaru's face.

"What the hell?! You scared me!" Temari exclaimed, putting her hand over her heart hoping to slow her heartbeat.

Shikamaru laughed so hard that he didn't even hear what Temari had just said. The look on Temari's face was priceless. Her emerald green eyes were wide with fear and mouth hanged open. By that time, Shikamaru had already stopped laughing but he still had that goofy grin plastered on his face.

"First you scared me and now, you're laughing at me?" Temari continued. "If only you could see your face, it's stained with butter cream. Now that's funny."

"Oh really?" Shikamaru questioned, smirking.

Temari blinked a few times. Why the sudden mood change? Only then, she realized both of Shikamaru's hands are still placed on her hips. She could feel the sudden warmth on her cheeks. Her knees felt weak.

"Yeah, your face is stained with butter cream by the way. Here…" Temari whispered softly, pulling him closer to her and stood on her toes.

With her right hand, she pulled Shikamaru close to her and slowly licked the butter cream on his left cheek. Shikamaru inhaled sharply.

"There's even some here," she whispered, turning to lick the butter cream on his right cheek. Oh, how much she loves teasing him. "Here… Here…"

This continued on which felt for hours to Shikamaru. That is until Temari sealed her lips with his. He kissed her gently, as though he's afraid he might break her – disappear into dust.

Shivers travel all the way down her spine in waves, over and over again as his tongue touched Temari's and their kiss deepens. He pushed her until her back hit the wall. Temari slipped her hands around his waist and drag his T-shirt up, feeling his hot, naked chest.