Pens on the Floor
"You may delay, but time will not, and lost time is never found again." – Benjamin Franklin
"Shikamaru!" The Nara visibly tensed at the sand nins screech. "I don't know how you dare bring me back to a place like this!" Shikamaru glanced around, there was scrolls littered across the place, a few pens here and there but he didn't think it was that bad.
"What are you talking about troublesome woman?"
"Shikamaru" Temari spoke in a tight voice "I know you have just moved out of home, and now your Okaasan isn't around to tell you to clean up for yourself. But I am not doing anything in this mess." Shikamaru turned to her and if it were any other time he may of flopped down on his couch, and ignored the blondes irate droning.
After nearly losing each other travelling from Suna to here, he was less inclined to do so. However his very nature dictated that he was not about to rush around his house to accommodate her belligerent demands. Never the less the need to be close, to feel each other and to discover that they were alive and whole was strong and needed addressing.
Shikamaru stepped forward taking hold of the blonde's face in a way he knew made her weak.
"C'mon Temari just once?" He whispered pushing his face into her neck, lazily running his hands down her back.
"Shika." He kissed her then, soft and sweet, but all it did was bring back the fear that she felt when those missing ninjas attacked.
Pushing herself into the kiss, Temari decided that after this was over she was going to take great sadistic pleasure in watching him clean this apartment. But first she needed the reassurance that only his hands and lips could bring. After all when it comes down to it what are a few pens on the floor?