"What's wrong," said Shikamaru, moving his hand away just a little from the tie of her yutaka. Concern was laced in his voice, and he was looking up at her with worried eyes.

"N-Nothing…continue," she said firmly, releasing his hand and looking off to the side. Her mouth formed a tight line.

He looked up at her confused. "Temari, why are you—" he started, but she rounded on him suddenly.

"I said continue," she said loudly, face reflecting her irritation.

He flinched at the sound of her voice, then scowled slightly at her.

He moved away from her and shifted to a cross-legged seated position beside her. He crossed an arm over his lap in an effort to hide his distraction, but her knew he wasn't doing a very good job and tried not to care in that moment. He rested the other arm and elbow on his knee and leaned his head on it's hand. He looked at Temari with an annoyed expression on his face.

"You know…right now is probably not a good time to hide things from each other," he said with a tone frustration, though he couldn't help but feel the sting of hypocrisy at his own words as he shifted uncomfortably while his arm sat in his lap.

Temari rose to rest her back against the headboard of the bed. She left her legs outstretched and crossed them leisurely, and placed her hands in her lap — interlacing her finger together. She gave him a look that was a cross between boredom, irritation and attempted stoicism.

"I'm not hiding anything. I'm—" she started, but Shikamaru raised the hand out of his lap and held it in front of her.

"Stop. No more of that. Come on, please. Just tell me what's wrong. Why did you ask me to stop," he said, lifting his head off of his hand and looking at her concerned again.

"It was nothing, I—"

"Were you afraid about the way you look," he said, raising an eyebrow at her skeptically, "Because have you nothing to fear about that, I think you're—"

"Absolutely not," she said, loudly, glaring at him. "I happen to be very comfortable in my own skin, thank you very much. I'm gorgeous," she said, closing her eyes, smirking slightly and sticking her nose in the air.

He rolled his eyes at that, but continued, "well, were you worried about the act? My mom told me that lots of girls worry about the way it feels the first time, and some can get scared like this."

She looked at him hard. "Shikamaru. Do I strike you as someone who would be worried about pain like that?"

He narrowed his eyes at her, but said nothing. "Then…" He looked off to the side, not quite sure what else it could be.

She growled irritably.

"Shikamaru. I'm…I'm about to do something very serious for me. I'm…giving you my virginity. I'm letting a man take this part of me that I can't take back. I'm letting my guard down and giving up something to…a man…and part of my wants to see this as a weakness on my part.

And, although I want to give it to you an no one else, and although I am ready, I just…I suddenly realized what was happening and felt a little overwhelmed," she said, looking away from him with a deep frown on her face.

He looked at her with eyes wide. He should have known that this was a bigger deal to her than it actually seemed from the outside. Temari of the Sand, known for her animosity against any inequality between the sexes or questioning of her ability because of her sex — she felt ashamed to let a man have any form of control over her body. And…

"You're…you're nervous," he asked, slightly baffled.

She hissed at him in irritation, but said nothing.

Suddenly, he laughed at her. She glared at him — her face displaying her betrayal and her anger.

"Shikamaru," she hissed lowly.

"I'm not laughing at your nervousness," he said between fits of chuckles. "I'm laughing because I can't think of a single time in our lives together that I remember you ever being truly nervous about anything."

"I've been nervous about things before," she said, looking of to the side.

"Temari," he said, smiling at her warmly. "I'm nervous, too. I'm…" He looked off to the side and dropped his smile slightly, eyes shifting side to side a little as he said, "If I'm totally honest, I'm completely terrified." He closed his eyes tightly, then looked at her and said "but, I'm also very…excited, and happy. I want to do this. My eagerness is pushing the fear away."

She smirked at him and said, "Is that you talking or is that the thing you're trying and failing to cover with your arm trying to talk for you."

He rolled his eyes, and moved his arms completely out of his lap and off to his sides. "It's me, woman. You should know me well enough by now to be aware of that."

She smiled at him genuinely now, and said, "yes, that is one of the reasons why I like you so much." She moved over toward him and stood on her knees in front of him. "It's one of your few good qualities," she said, leaning down toward his face.

"Few," he asked, pulling back from her and raising an eyebrow, a mock tone of hurt in his voice.

She smiled at him and pulled him forcefully closer toward herself while she moved her lips closer toward his.

"Temari," he whispered against her lips, "I don't want to control you. I don't want to take anything away from you. I want to do this together. Do this with you."

She smiled against his lips, and kissed him.


Temari moved closer and closer to him eagerly, eventually placing one leg on one side of him and then the other — so that she eventually sat on his lap.

The heat of Temari's body against his own felt like fire. The natural warmth of her body heat and the friction caused by her rubbing up against his body was causing so much heat that it was overwhelming, and he was starting to feel a dizziness come over him as she pushed more and more into his body. Soon, he fell back onto the bed and the cool sheets touched his sweaty neck and could be felt through his wet shirt, making him realize — he was still wearing his shirt. He was tempted to remove it himself, but he didn't want to move and ruin the moment.

She straddled his waist and planted kisses on his jawline and exposed neck. As she moved further and further down his neck, she groaned in irritation at the high collar preventing her from continuing.

She began to push his shirt up his stomach, snaking her hand slowly up his stomach and chest toward his shoulders. Part of him was surprised by how good that felt — her fingers trailing lightly on his stomach and chest sent a twinge of electricity throughout his entire body. It made his toes curl.

He lifted up as she pulled the shirt free from his body and tossed it on the floor. He fell back, and she looked down into his eyes then moved to look down at his chest, fire in her eyes and a hungry smile on her lips.

"I know, pretty impressive," said Shikamaru, smirking at Temari knowingly.

She scowled at him, then leaned down at kissed his jawline, bitting at his ear in retaliation to his earlier comment. He hissed in protested, and she chuckled lightly before continuing. She kissed his neck, his shoulder, his chest, and began to kiss down his stomach. She looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes and he looked down at her with wide eyes. Her chest rubbed up against his body as well, moving along with her as she moved down his body slowly.

"Uh, what are you—" he started hoarsely, but stopped when she suddenly got right to the edge of his pant line and looked up at him with a smirk. She moved away, and he sat up abruptly, hissing in annoyance and watching her warily as she moved off the bed and walked around the bed to get behind him.

She stood on her knees behind him and trailed her fingers onto his shoulders, neck, and back softly, making goosebumps rise. He shivered under her touch, and she smirked at how easily he responded.

She leaned around and kissed his neck, jawline and mouth — softly at first, then with increasing pressure. He had to admit, he liked that.

Soon after, she rose to her knees and grabbed his hair to pull his head backward. She pulled firmly, but not so hard that it hurt too much. She kissed him just as firmly, nipping and sucking at his lip and swirling her tongue in his mouth. They both breathed deeply and moaned lightly. Admittedly, he liked this much more.

She snaked her hand down his stomach slowly, and soon arrived at her destination. She slid her hand down and felt the bulge in his pants. She couldn't help but blush slightly, a little surprised at what she felt.

When when her warm hand touched him, he could feel it, even through the thick fabric of his pants. He moaned lowly, and her confidence grew.

She moved her hand slowly, up and down, earning a sharp intake of breath from him.

She pulled her mouth away from him and looked him in the eye for a moment, as if asking for permission. Earning no protest, she looked down at his lap and started to undo his zipper and button, glancing up at him once as if asking him once more if he was still okay with her doing this.

There was no way in hell he was turning back now. There was a greater part of him that hated the idea of him letting this part of his body make any sort of decision. But right now, he really could care less. He wanted her. Badly. There had to be some good in that decision, right?

She moved back up and kissed him again, kissing his lips, jawline, and his neck. She ran her tongue along his neck as she trailed her hand down his stomach and toward his pants again. He bit his bottom lip in anticipation, inhaling air slowly as she got closer and closer.

She could feel the ripples of his abs under her fingers and she moved down his stomach. She reached the line of his boxers, and debated on whether or not she should take the full leap or…

No. She didn't want to wait any more. She snaked her fingers under the band of his boxers and she heard him stop breathing for a moment. She continued. She felt hair, and soon she felt something a little warm and smooth. But still, she noticed he wasn't breathing or making a sound. She paused. She moved away from his neck and looked at him. He had his eyes closed tightly and was biting his bottom lip. She snorted and removed her hand, moving to sit beside him.

His face relaxed and his eyes widened in surprise as he looked at her. Then he scowled.

"I swear to god, woman…if you are picking a time like this to pick on me I am going to kill you," he hissed.

"No, no. It's just, Shikamaru. Please, relax. I know it's our first time but…I just saw your face and you looked like you were in pain," she said with a chuckle. "I'm trying to make you feel good, not tense up. Come on," she said, reaching to touch the inside of his thigh. "Relax and let me help you feel good."

His eyes widened slightly, then he looked away from her. He looked down, chuckled slightly, and pinched his nose bridge. He could feel himself tensing up during that whole thing, but didn't realize what was actually happening. He wasn't really letting himself enjoy it fully. He wasn't even watching it — and had he told himself that he wanted to watch everything.

He turned and half-smiled at her warmly, looking at her heavy-lidded. Then, he suddenly lunged at her, making her gasp in surprise as he pushed her onto her back and moved his body between her legs again. "You know, I love you so much," he whispered.

"I know. Who wouldn't, I'm pretty great," she said, smirking him. He rolled his eyes and leaned down to kiss her softly.

He pulled up and looked down at her nervously as he said, "Temari, I…can I…I want to…"

"What is it," she said, brow furrowing.

"I want to see you," he said, looking at he pleadingly. "You're…beautiful, Tem. Let me see you, please."

She blushed, and looked at him with wide eyes. "I…" she started, looking off to the side.

"Come on. Would it make you feel better if I take everything off, too," he asked.

She looked up at him with pursed lips. Then, she smirked deviously. "Take it all off, Shikamaru."

He stared at her for a moment, processing exactly what she just said. "You mean…you—"

"Take off all of your clothes, Shikamaru," she said, continuing to smirk at him.

"Why me? What about you," he asked brow furrowing.

"It would 'make me feel better' if you went first. Go on, take it all off," she said, beginning to grin.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Temari…"

"What, are you scared," she asked.

"What, no? Why would I be—" he started, but she interrupted him.

"Then why aren't you doing it," she asked, brow raising slightly, obviously amused. "Are you…" She looked down between them and continued, "ashamed of something?"

His eyes widened at that. He knew exactly what she was doing and there was no way in hell he was going to fall for it.

And yet…

He scowled at her. "Woman, I think you should be perfectly aware of whether or not I have anything to be ashamed of. I am very comfortable with myself."

She smirked at him again. "I mean…I don't really know anything. Your pants were in the way, and—"

"Temari, for god's sake. Are we going to keep doing this all night? I know you're not ashamed of your body, and you know I'm not ashamed of mine. You know I think you're beautiful, and I know you apparently think I'm okay looking or else you wouldn't be here now. This is your nerves talking again. And I won't let you get trapped in them," he said, looked at her firmly. He moved off the bed and stood on the side of the bed. He put his thumbs through the waistbands of his pants and underwear, and looked at her determined.

"Temari, if I do this, we can't go back. I want to do this. I know you want to as well. Will you do this with me," he asked, looking at her with such a fierceness that she was stunned.

She blushed slightly, but nodded in agreement, and moved to sit up from the bed to sit on the edge of the bed.


He was bigger than she expected.

Part of her wanted to close her eyes and turn away out of embarrassment. Part of her wanted to hit him and tell him to cover up out of embarrassment. Part of her wanted to come up with some sort of joke to crack about it in order to belittle it or make it less…well…

But, she couldn't quite take her eyes off of it. She knew getting angry wasn't the answer and all she really felt were tinkles of surprise and…lust. And…she couldn't bring herself to belittle it because…

"Shikamaru…" she started, and finally tore her eyes away from it after what felt like an eternity.

He was standing with his hand covering his face, and she couldn't quite tell if he was embarrassed by her staring or something else.

"Are you alright," she asked, starting to move off the bed but then froze once she looked down again and saw…that thing…in front of her again.

Suddenly, he snorted with laughter. Her eyes widened.

"The way you are looking at it…I'm sorry…I just…I can't," he said, shaking with laughter.

She forced herself to look up at his face as she crossed her arms angrily.

He removed his hand from his face and moved it to the side. He began walk toward her, and she abruptly turned her head away, which made him smirk.

He stopped in front of her, noticing the way she tensed and inhaled sharply as he placed a hand on her knee.

He squatted down on the floor in front of her and looked up at her. "I'm sorry. That wasn't very fair of me."

He was tempted to make a joke, but held his tongue, realizing that her foot sat in a particularly dangerous position.

"I hope I didn't ruin the moment. I still want to see you. I'm sure you'll laugh much harder at my reaction," he said rolling his eyes.

She glanced down at him and saw the way he was looking up at her. She signed inwardly.

"Alright," she said, relaxing her arms. She looked down at him and gave him a small smile. "Should I stand up like you did?"

"Only if you want to," he said.

She looked off to the side in contemplation, then looked back at him. "We're doing this together, remember? Move, I'll stand up. You sit here."

He stood and moved away so that she could stand. When she stood beside him for a moment, their eyes met and they both paused. She moved forward and pressed her body up against his, pulling his head down to meet hers as she kissed him.

She could feel him harden between them, and she couldn't help but smile at this. She let go of him and pulled away, fighting the urge to glance down between them as she moved to stand where he stood before.

He moved as calmly as he could to sit down, and she couldn't help but turn to look at him from behind. He felt her eyes on him, and he couldn't help but snort in laughter as he turned back around to face her and take his place on the bed.

She grinned at him, feeling no shame in having gotten caught.

He crossed his legs and rested his right arm and elbow on his knee and leaned his head on it's hand. He looked at her expectantly, a smirk on his face.


She reached down and pulled the first tie to her yutaka, her mind racing.

As she undid the knot and it fell to the floor, she started to feel that something wasn't quite right.

Shikamaru looked up from the tie and looked at Temari's eyes, noticing the discomfort there. She moved to the large sash around her waist, and was about to untie it when he said, "wait, stop," and began to move off the bed toward her.

She looked at him in surprise.

He looked her in the eye and placed his hands on her hands that were still on her sash. He whispered, "Can I…" but didn't finish the statement before she moved her hands away, and moved her hands on top of his hands before he could move away. She nodded once, giving him permission before she removed her hands and placed them around his neck.

They continued to look at one another as he undid the sash. It fell to the floor and her yutaka began to loosen and open around her body. Shikamaru reached up to remove her hands from his neck, and moved to stand behind her, continuing to look her in the eye, never looking down even though he wanted to.

He placed two fingers on either side underneath her collar and slide them down slowly, starting from close to behind her neck and running down toward her collar bones. As he did so, he leaned into her and moved to kiss her cheek, her ear, her jawline. He soon kissed his way down her neck and when he reached as certain spot she started to melt into him, leaning into his body and relaxing.

He slowly pulled her yutaka down her shoulders, exposing the tan-colored flesh underneath and the dark purple straps of her bra. As he pulled, he couldn't help but glance downward and as he did so he saw the dark purple satin of her bra. It was nothing special, he knew — there was no lace or ornament. He knew women like Ino would turn their nose up to it, complaining about it's lack of femininity or the excess coverage it gave. But it was very much…Temari. Sexy without even trying.

As the yutaka fell away, one more tie revealed itself on the inside, near her waist. He reached down to undo this, and it fell to the floor in a pool around her feet. He looked at what was left, and she was wearing black shorts with netting along the bottom and her purple bra.

Then, he looked at her back and saw it. The thing that apparently was the most annoying thing on the planet for the average man to remove from a woman. He had heard some of the older jounin complain about this article of clothing during their insipid talks about their late night encounters with women. Now, he was staring it in the face and…

He furrowed his brow slightly, reached down and undid it.

Temari smiled slightly. She was impressed, but not totally surprised. This was Shikamaru we were dealing with, and something as simple as a bra wouldn't baffle him. But she couldn't keep herself from asking.

She turned to look at him and smirked. She held her hands into the bra, keeping it from falling away completely. "Just like that, huh? I'm impressed," she said.

He raised an eyebrow at her and said, "what, really? It's just a simple hook and eye closure. I just—" but he stopped abruptly as she let the bra fall to the floor in front of herself.

He sucked in air as his eyes widened and his mouth closed tightly.

This was not the first time he had seen breasts before. Between Naruto's Harem Jutsu, the dirty magazines his friends like Kiba passed around his collection of friends and the many times he had been forced to dress quickly and in close quarters around female team members…he was no stranger to female anatomy.

But, with Temari, everything was different.

He appreciated the curves of her body and had for years — longer than he would like to admit.

But what he liked best about her was that she was coarse in places like the sandy desert she came from, and soft like the smile she gave him, and only him, in private.

She wasn't presenting herself on a regular basis in a way that was overly-sexual, but she had the ability to surprise him with her naughtiness and it didn't take much from her to turn him on.

He inwardly laughed at the irony of it all. Nothing about those fake female Naruto's, the women clad in sexy lingerie or lack there of in Kiba's magazines, nor the nakedness of other very real and very close females did anything to peak his interest sexually.

But Temari…she did nothing extraordinarily and was able to arouse him on a drop of a dime.

And now, she stood in front of him topless. He could actually feel his mouth getting wetter. What was he, a dog?

But, oh wow…he had never seen breasts like hers before. They were beautiful. They were perfectly rounded and her nipples were small, perky and pink.

He actually felt a strange inch in his hands. He wanted to touch them, but he was suddenly…unsure…

Why? What was stopping him? She did take her bra off. Surely she was inviting him to do…something.

But…wait…what if she doesn't…

They jiggle a lot when she laughs. It's actually pretty mesmerizing…

Wait, she's laughing?

He looked up at her with a furrowed brow, and she was smirking at him, chuckling softly at him.

"I suppose we are even now, wouldn't you say," she said, grinning at him.

His mouth gaped open at her for a moment, processing what she said. Then he narrowed his eyes and scowled. "If you only did that to get back at me, woman, then…" his express relaxed, and he looked down, noticing what staring so long had done to his body. "I suppose we are even," he said with a lift chuckle.

She walked toward him, and he looked up at her abruptly. She was looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes and a smirk.

When she reached him, she remained a good few inches away from him, leaving space between them. She reached up and pulled his head down to meet hers, and she kissed him.

As she did so, she reached down with her other hand and snaked her fingers along his stomach, earning a sharp gasp from him. As her fingers inched lower and lower, she noticed that he narrowed bed closer toward her, and his kisses grew deeper without her doing anything.

Finally, she slid her fingers softly along his cock, which she felt pulse underneath her fingers.

She traced a few fingers around the tip, then wrapped her fingers around it and slowly began to pump. He moaned lowly in response, moving away from her mouth and kissing her jawline and neck.

"You need to tell me what you need, Shikamaru," she whispered.

"Tighter," whispered in her ear huskily, sending shivers down her spine. She gripped him tighter, continuing her slow pumping. He moved up from her jawline and kissed her lips, moaning into her her mouth, a little louder than before.

He reached a hand between them, and touched her cheek, then her neck, then her shoulder. He then traced her collarbone, then moved his hand down slowly over her right breast. She gasped in surprise as his hand grazed over an overly sensitive nipple.

He noticed this, and began to cup her breast in his hand. He began to grip it slightly, to which she responded by letting her head fall back slightly. He leaned forward and kissed her neck.

He moved his thumb toward her nipples, which were standing at attention. He rubbed a thumb over them, and she sucked in breath.

So, he moved his thumb back and forth across her nipples, earning a small moan from her. But he wasn't totally satisfied.

He leaned toward her ear and whispered "tell me what you want."

"Pinch…them…" she said, between breaths.

He immediately obliged, but she hissed. "A little softer at first. Harder…later, maybe."

He raised an eyebrow at that, but said nothing and did what she said. He pinched her nipple softly between his thumb and pointer finger, and she responded by biting her lip and…

She started to pump him harder, much to his surprise. His knees almost buckled out from underneath him.

"Temari…" he whispered over labored breathing, but she interrupted him.

"Touch me," she said, possibly a little louder than necessary.

It took him a moment, between everything that what happening, to process what she said. He was getting incredibly annoyed at how long it was taking him to process certain bits of information.

"You…you want me to…"

She reach to grab his other hand and pulled it down to touch her though her pants. She looked up at him, ceasing to move her hand on his cock though keeping her hand in place. "Here, Shikamaru. Touch me."

His eyes widened and his face reddened slightly. Her abruptness and her demanding voice was…surprising. But was also doing things to him.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you," he said, looking her in the eyes.

She smirked, and moved his hand up and down against her sex, pressing it closer into herself.

She bit her bottom lip, and moved her hand away. "Keep going," she whispered, starting to slowly stroke him again, matching the rhythm of his rubs.

He soon felt a heat under his hand — not totally generated by his rubbing, he knew.

He moved his hands away and placed them on her hand that was starting to pump him harder.

She opened her eyes and looked at him quizzically as he stopped her, pulling himself from her grasp. He walked around her to stand behind her as she watched him, and leaned a head down to kiss her shoulder. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her closer to his body, and she gasped lightly as she felt him against her lower back.

He trailed kisses from her shoulder up her neck to her lips. She leaned against him, breathing rapidly.

He slid a hand across her waist and touched her middle again, and she let out a breathy moan as he continued to rub her slowly.

After a moment, he moved his hand away and up her waist slowly, earning an irritated moan from Temari. He smiled at this, but continued.

He traced the band of her pants, slipping fingers against it and her skin. She gasped in surprise at the sudden contact.

He slid his hand slowly inside her pants, and felt a small tuff of hair. The lower he got, he more she leaned into him.

When he reached it, he was surprised and what he felt. She was so warm and already so wet…

He slid his middle finger between her wet slit, earning a loud moan from Temari. He moved it up an down, then felt the small nub he was looking for and started to focus his attention on it. She gasped and said his name in surprised.

He continued, and she urged him to move faster. He obliged, and she moaned loudly, her knees starting to buckle. Soon, he felt her clench her legs tighter around his hand, and under his finger he felt a pulsing. She moaned his name hoarsely, and then started to fall to the floor with Shikamaru in tow. She sat in his lap, resting her head against his chest. He removed his hand from her pants, noticing that it was covered in her cum.

They were silent for a moment. Temari was trying to catch her breath. Shikamaru was grinning from ear to ear.

Temari glanced at him, and smirked. "You, uh…you seem quite proud of yourself."

"Yes, yes I am," he said, turning to look at her, grin still plastered on his face.

"Well, it's not like that was my first orgasm ever, you know," she said, rolling her eyes.

His grin finished slightly, but he continued. "I didn't assume it was. But it was our first one. And it was the first one I gave you. How was it?"

She looked away, biting her lip. "It…was actually really good."

"Well, the night isn't finished," said Shikamaru, leaning closer to her and smirking.

She chuckled, swatted him away and said, "yeah, yeah, you pervert." She glanced away, then bit her lip again as a blush creeped up on her face. She looked back at him, and smirked, "alright, I'll give. What did you have in mind?"

Shikamaru grinned at her mischievously, then glanced down at her pants. "We'll have to do something about those."