Community/challenge: 7snogs / Jealousy, I think. ..;
Also posted to: The ShikaTem comm, probably.Title: Mine
Fandom/characters: Naruto/Shikamaru, Temari
Rating: R
Warnings/notes: Implied naughty things, nakedness.
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She pushed him down onto the couch with a fierce kiss, tugging on his jacket. He'd barely gotten the front door closed behind him before she'd pounced. He hoped for a chance to speak when she pulled his mesh shirt over his head, but she seemed to settle for ripping it instead.The only time her mouth was away from his was if she was putting it to different--better?--use, and he couldn't even think straight at those times, nonetheless spoil the mood by asking what it was that was spurring such a violent streak on.
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He woke up sore in the morning, with her still laying naked on top of him, serving as his only source of heat in the cold room. He could only imagine how many marks she left, and what they would look like. So he laid under her weight and mentally checked off all the places he thought she broke the skin or left something particularly nasty until she woke.And when she did, he didn't say anything, but wondered, still, what had spurred her into doing that.
She didn't need to be asked, it seemed, as she growled against his neck. "I really don't like that Ino-chick."
"Hm?"
Propping herself up on her elbows, and she earned a groan from him as she did, she gave him a sharp look. Her upper lip twitched in a snarl. "The way she looks at you; I don't like it." You're mine was what she didn't add, and didn't need to.
Ah, that. Yes. He'd gotten good at ignoring it, but it seemed Temari didn't like the idea of brushing it off so easily.
Shikamaru made note to never let her walk around with cell ten again. Not unless he was feeling particularly masochistic, anyway.