A/N: My first entry for ShikaTema week 2016. Theme: Breath. Warning: Lime.

It was warm, moist. Gently wafting over the back of her neck. Ruffling the strands of her unruly golden hair.

It was her paradoxical lullaby. Calming yet stirring. Lovely yet piercing.

It was proof against his absence. Filling. Rounding. Consuming.

As she lay cradled against her husband's engulfing body, her eyelids surrendered willingly to the sound and warmth of his steady breathing.

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Quite often, she would make him sit down and do his hair up for him. Her fingers slide through his silky strands. She takes her time with it as if neither of them had work or other matters to attend to on the day. Raking a comb through each section gently, she treats every wave as a labor of love.

As she plays with his hair suspended in her hands, his nape was open to the air. Her proximity allowed the rush of air from her mouth to glide over his suddenly heated skin. Regardless of how many times she tended to him like this, he never failed to notice that he always had to suppress his body's reaction to the innocent, involuntary action that accompanied her hairdressing. He couldn't help it. Being newlyweds didn't help matters either. And somehow this time it seemed hotter than the previous times she's done this.

But it was morning and if he didn't get going, it wouldn't go unnoticed at the Hokage tower that the Hokage's advisor is missing and would likely cause an alarm. On the other hand, doesn't being a newlywed grant him a license to be late every once in a while?

She gently exhales as she lets out a soft sigh. He shudders a little. She finishes tying a hair tie around his hair. She then unexpectedly drops a kiss on his nape and announced loudly, "Done!"

He turns around on his seat and she falters at his somber expression. Slightly irritated, she asks bitingly, "What? Did I do it sloppily?" She scrutinizes her work, narrowing her eyes on the top of his head. There seems to be no bumps or crossed strands. She looks at his face again. Somehow it grew darker.

Oh wait, that expression looks familiar. The thought just barely crossed her mind which abruptly awakens fully as her husband grabs her around the waist and pulls her onto his lap. Her nightdress slides up, exposing most of her luscious legs. He grunts heavily as he slides his arms to pull her tighter against and on him.

"Did you do it on purpose?" he asks gruffly, hands moving restlessly on her waist. Fingers digging into her flesh that quickly discovers she was about to have some fun.

"Huh? I was half-asleep this whole time… And I don't like being accused of something I didn't—" She cuts off what was about to turn into an argument as he grips her hips and makes her slide onto his cotton cloth-covered crotch. She clutches onto his shoulders as she inhaled sharply. He digs his fingers further into her hips as he grinds her hips downwards in a painfully delicious manner. He grits his teeth to prevent himself from making sounds. No, he wouldn't be the first to do it. He'd make her do it first. It is only proper since she has reduced him to this.

He continues the rhythm, sliding her back and forth. She bites her lip as every phrase of that movement brought her center in direct contact with his obvious evidence of desire for her. But no, she wouldn't give in. Besides the accusation which fuelled her irritation, she instinctively recognized this as a challenge.

Recalling what she had done while hairdressing, she lights up with a smirk.
As she decides to play along, she places more weight as she grinds in time with his directing. He gives an involuntary shudder but no sound came forth.

Hmm, he's being stubborn today. No matter. Then her lips start to brush against the side of his neck, flowering gently, hot air from her lungs searing his skin. His fingers dug that much deeper that he was probably bruising her at this point.

Knowing what she was doing, he plans his counterattack. He bends his head, making her arch her back, and latches onto a breast. His mouth is hot, the air he exhales warms up her chest almost instantly. And he hasn't even done much on it yet. Then he starts nibbling on it. As she isn't wearing any bra underneath, she feels it very thoroughly. She holds back a moan. Then she feels one of his hands slide under the hem of her nightdress as the other arm slides around her waist for better purchase.

He just caresses her inner thighs, lazily drawing lines and other geometrical figures she couldn't determine in her overly aroused state. But he doesn't go anywhere close to her heated feminine core.

"Temari, do you know that in a geometrical plane, there are infinite lines that can be drawn?" he whispers in a way that made his air blow sweetly into her ear, making her squirm on his lap.

That damn know-it-all, damn sexy smoky voice, damn piercing seductive eyes…

"Who the hell cares about geometry right now? Just take me dammit!" Temari growls as she exhales harshly, knowing she had lost but in a very satisfying defeat.

He chuckles as he advices her, "Inhaling and exhaling properly is good for your health and mental stability, you know."

Her eyes flash in frustration at his purposeful delay but soon fade as his hand finally moves to do as she asked.

"As you wish, Mrs. Nara."

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As she gasped for air after their exertion, he chuckled while struggling with his own lack of oxygen.

Turning on his side, Shikamaru said to his wife, "The very thing that turned me on earlier is also the very thing you're temporarily lacking right now. Why then am I still wanting you right now, woman? Perhaps you've cast a genjutsu on me?" he asked teasingly.

"Idiot," she replied without heat, "you can't help it. That's why."

"Please don't tell me it's because you're irresistible. Or perhaps something like 'you're the very air I consume'."

She snorted. "Don't insult my intelligence. It's simple. You love me. I'm your wife. It's a fact that you'll always be wanting me." She then slanted a look at him. "If you have any objections, I do believe my tessen is long overdue for an exercise."

He gave her a lopsided grin which kicked up her heart's pace. "I am in complete agreement. However I do have to say something you're not likely to receive well…"

Her lips curved downwards as she threw him a stare that read 'I dare you to say it'.

Curving his arm around her bare waist, he hoisted her up against his body so they laid side by side. Glaring at him, her hand came up as a barrier against his chest, unwilling to fully succumb to his embrace as she waited to hear what he was going to say.

"Well?" she demanded. Her nudity did not in any way lessen the force of those determined eyes. In fact for him, that she could still look intimidating in that state made her that much more attractive and alluring.

Tamping down on his exponentially rising desire, he concentrated on the fire in that stare. Smirking at her impatience, he brought his face close until his nose grazed hers. It came out as a rough whisper, "You're the very air I consume, Mrs. Nara." Sweet, gentle warmth filled her chest. "If you have objections, I do believe my kagemane is up for some well-earned exercise as well." His wicked grin told her precisely what sort of exercise he had in mind.

As heat brought color to her cheeks, she smirked back. "I told you I was bloody irresistible."

He burst out laughing, ending in a tender smile. A smile that never failed to make her all gooey inside.

He smirked knowingly at her. "Perhaps you think I'm irresistible as well, princess?"

"Well, there must be a reason why I married you," she said nonchalantly as her pulse raced at that arrogant smirk. Then she abruptly pulled his head down and gave him a thorough kiss which he reciprocated gladly, mixed with a few chuckles.

Ah, such is the life of troublesome newlyweds.

A/N: How is it? Is it weird? Coz seriously I've read all my entries so many times, I don't know what to think about them anymore. Hahaha.