Predictable Process
"It's your fault."
She didn't look at him in the eye after she said it, just casually went along watching the clouds from the park bench where they sat. He was busy ruffling through some papers with a bored expression on his face, clearly disgusted with the task.
"It's your fault leaving's so hard."
He froze at her bold statement, processing what it meant in a thousand different ways, no doubt. He'd never be able to handle a woman at that rate; Temari smiled, grabbing her fan and standing up. She walked a few paces away, glancing back at him, still sitting stunned with papers strewn everywhere. With a small wave, she turned and kept walking on towards the gates.
It took him a little less than 90 seconds to catch up with her.
"Then don't leave," he told her breathlessly, grabbing her wrist and turning her to face him, his eyes expectantly searching hers.
Nodding, she fell in step with them as they returned to his house together.
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xx There's so many ways to have Temari in their relationship. Would she initiate the first move, or would she wait for someone who could take initiative for once in her life?