Temari is not beautiful. She looks fairly decent, sometimes even pretty, but never beautiful.
Even so, he is attracted to her.
It's something in the way she walks, so sure of her steps.
Something in the way she smiles, although he says it's scary.
Something in her eyes when she looks at him, teasing.
The way she talks, manly and demanding.
How she frowns in concentration when she's losing at Shogi again.
The way her skin feels on his.
The way she whispers his name at night, when he's holding her close.

"Shikamaru."

And hell, he never wanted a beautiful woman. Never needed one. He's the happiest man in the world without one. All he wants, all he needs, is her.
Temari.