The white sheets pulled tight on their bodies, which were tangled together unceremoniously.
Temari pushed herself apart from him, rolling to face him as his eyelids fluttered she leaned in to steal a good morning kiss, but her mouth was blocked by his hand. She flicked her fingers along his wrist with a noise of discontent.
"Nng… your breath smells like garbage for some reason." He muttered.
Temari groaned clutching at his wrist, "I don't caaaaare. I wanna kiss you good morning."
She rolled on top of him, and he followed with her, his hand still held stubbornly over his lips. She tugged again.
"Shika…" Temari finally succeeded in prying her husband's hand away from his mouth and lazily kissed him. Shikamaru let out a long breath, and Temari grimaced.
"And you say I have bad breath." Shikamaru breathed again, and Temari felt her cheek grow moist. She wiped at it childishly, "And it's hot."
"Mm." Shikamaru wrapped his arms around Temari's waist and rolled over, so that he was on top, and positioned conveniently between her legs. He began to kiss her neck.
"Right now?"
"Right now."