With some resistance, Shikamaru tore his hands away from his crotch to grab her knees. He abruptly pushed them higher up to her chest, and then he open her legs to a maximum, exposing her moist pussy. He held her limbs in that position for a moment, to make sure that Temari wouldn't change the setting angle. The dim-milky light of the day gently covered her skin by falling into the bedroom through the parchment screens. Shikamaru admired the view. She glowed with droplets of hers own dew. This view fed his ego.

- "What are you asking about?" - she do like what her husband is doing again, but she doesen't like his motives for doing it. She had the strange feeling that his very analytical mind had brought him into the areas of some stupid and unpleasant suspicious. Although on the other hand it is quite hot if he's a little bit jealous. It's even quite cute.

- "What did you do before you woke me up?" - he repeated, carefully studying changes in the facial expressions of her face.

Temari smiled playfully. Maybe under other circumstances her husband's jealousy would have worried her, but the perspective from which she watched him strongly influenced her judgment of the situation.

As if the position in which he posed her was not enough, in addition it was difficult to take Shikamaru seriously - perhaps he looked at her with his version of a dangerous stare, perhaps he stiffened, like a tomcat before a fight with his hands resting on his own knees, but he was still sitting in a rumpled sweatshirt half-pulled up, with a naked, aroused cock and half-slung pants. And he had a mess in his hair. Really, it was a hilarious view.

She decided it is a good opportunity to tease him a little. She straightened one leg so that her ankle rested against his shoulder. He doesn't react, so she stroked his arm, forearm, fist, then returned to his shoulder.

- "Why do you ask?" - her toes brushed his ear. - "Are you jealous?"

-"I'm not jealous," he snorted, amused. - "About who? Nobody in Konoha has balls to try to hit on you. What's more, no one will do it if he finds out whose wife you are. And what kind of friends your husband has. I'm pretty sure about that."

She doesn't like what she heard, especially since he said it in a cynical, cool tone.

- "Are you threatening me? Or challenge me? So you don't take into account that I can please other man!? - she indignant, leaning on her elbows and closing her thighs tightly. - "Or, for example, that I will seduce someone on my own initiative, eh? Because I can, I assure you! Don't underestimate me!"

Temari's eyes sparkled with anger as she shouted out the last statement. Now, with the satisfaction of body's needs, all the sounds of nature returned to her - the sound of rain outside shouji and hum of fans inside the bedroom. Futon rustled when she pushed with balls of her heels to move away from Shikamaru. She was furious at him! She doesn't want to carry on this conversation, lying in front of him like some kind of prey.

-"Calm down, woman" - he sighed heavily, grabbing her ankles and bringing her back between his widely spaced knees - "What a pain in the ass I have with you."

-"Let go!" - she wriggled on the bedclothes. She doesn't want him to touch her, but because of such a small space it was difficult to maneuver her limbs to effectively (and with dignity) to move away. Everything got even more complicated when Shika leaned towards her, a little trying to press her down with the weight of his own body, a little to grab her harder in the waist - "Shikamaru, let me go! I will gutting you! I'm serious!" - she threatened with a finger at his face, but the man remained unimpressed.

He added oil to the fire by this attitude.

Irritated Temari decided that he himself was asking for the use of force. She stiked her elbow in his right forearm and aimed the kick into his left armpit with her left knee, but he dodged as if he'd expected exactly those strikes. She crossed her determined gaze with her husband.

- "I wonder who will laugh when-"

She wanted to say "when you see me with another man", but her entire body was suddenly pressed into a futon. She cried out in surprise. In the dimness of the room she could see the dark strings of his Shadows Binding on her obi, wrists, and feet. They were even on her forehead.

-"Don't you dare do this to me!

-"Look, Temari," he said in a soothing, calm tone.

-"Shika!"

-"Listen" - he moved away, giving his wife the space she was asking for, but not releasing her from jutsu. He sat on his own heels and rub his temples with hands, then he tightly gathered his hair into a hight ponytail, and held then by the basket of his entwined fingers. - "Shit, listen! I don't underestimate you. I know that if you would like to, you could prove to me that you can have a thousand of lovers" - state a fact, looking sadly at the teal irises of his wife eyes. Some part of her, probably this femine one, empathically sank into sadness. She didn't want him to suffer, regardless of his ability to pissing her off. - "However, maybe I flatter myself, by thinking that you wouldn't do something like this because you love me. And it's so deeply, that I don't even carry a shade of doubt in your fidelity."

With his last word, she felt the Shadow Binding releasing her limbs. She were free now. And she doesn't want to move away from her husband anymore. Although she was still a little angry with him. But she also wasn't quite sure what she felt like at the moment. So she lay there, gazing at him under knited eyebrows.

-"Asshole," she said finally.

He chuckled quietly, relieved that they had finally cleared the atmosphere. With quick movement, he pulled off his sweatshirt and mesh top. Then, with a flexible cat-like (shinobi-like?) maneuver he hovered above her, supporting himself with the hands on the sides of her head.

-"The cruelest kunoichi among-" he whispered, as if he were telling her the most tender, most intimate caress.

-"Oh, stop it" she interrupted him, still a little angry and embarrassed by the delicacy of his tone. - "Do not call me like that anymore-"

-"The cruelest kuno-" he murmured maliciously.

-"Shika!"

She took his cheeks, as if by force she wanted to make him to obey. She pursed her lips. He laughed. She also laughed. Now, when the emotions subsided, she realized what this quarrel was absurdly stupid! He softly pecked the tip of her nose, and she immediately answered with a soft pecking tip of his pointy chin. Movement for movement, like in shogi. Oh, how much she loved that dork! She wanted to have him close again.

As if they were synchronized, both were tangled in a hug again. She felt his weight over her body. Sighed, nuzzed her nose to his neck. She inhaled again with his natural aphrodisiac: male musk, cypress bark, forest lilies, and a bittersweet scent of autumn leaves on green moss. The home. She felt scent of old paper, which evoked pleasant memories of shared moments in the Hokage Tower. She stroked the naked skin of his back while he stroked her hair - she had as much mess on her head as he did.

In this quiet silence, they both listened to the roar of the fans and to the still-repeated thunder behind the door of their bedroom. Storm was approaching apparently. Temari noticed for the first time that the soothing music of the rain was very complex. The water whispered in a different way on the roof of the building, in a different way on the stones in the garden, in a different way in the forest foliage and in a very different way in puddles. Again, the feeling of joy returned to her. That all make her feel safe...

-"Oi?" - he asked quietly, just next to her ear.

-"Hym?"

-"I think you're beautiful," he confessed, and she wished she could see the expression on his face. He intentionally hugged her tight and close.

-"No shit!" - she snapped automatically. Yes, that's true, she knew very well that she was quite attractive, but like every human being, she was deep down afraid that she might be attractive not enough for the person she cared the most. That's why his confession was so important. And she knew she musn't underestimate his words, so she added: "Thank you, love."

-"To be honest, I'm sometimes jealous of all the powerful, handsome men you meet at work. All those daimiyos, emissaries, diplomats whose during formal meetings pawing you with their glances..." -he complained, while he rolled over on a side and rested his head on a hand. - "At least they do it, until they're spot your adorable personality."

-"Asshole!" She shook her head in disbelief. Failing to hide a smile.

-"But I adore you, above all, for your troublesome personality!"- shouted with exaggerated panic, when she threw a pillow at his face. - "Temari!"

-"I swear...," she slapped him on the bare arm with her open hand. It sat with loud clap. - "I will kill you someday."

Shikamaru jumped a little, but didn't even look at the redish skin. He kept a unimpressed attitude. That makes Temari to giggled.

-"Well, I'm also sure that you'll be the cause of my death. The cruelest kuno -"

-"Stop it!"

-"So, will you tell me what you did before you woke me up?"

-"Will you tell me why you ask?" - she was curious. They returned to the merits of their previous misunderstanding. Previously she had misinterpreted his intentions, so curiosity ate her now, guessing what he realy meant.

-"In order to know what to do in the future, to warm you up as quickly as today," - he admitted simply and straight. Pouting.

-"What...?" she was surprised.

-"So, what did you do?" - sighed, tired of playing this game of cat and mouse - "Will you tell me finally, woman?"

-"I just missed you," she shrugged.

-"Cute," he said with a hint of irony. -" But did this manifest itself in some kind of activity?"

His wife tilted her head, seemed to be offended by his question. She was silent for a long time, looking at him in wierd way. As if she wanted to show him something telepathically, but - fortunately - she was not enough Yamanaka-ish to do it so.

-"Temari?" - he was worried.

She sighed.

-"I'm not follow, honey. What do you want to know? No, there was no unusual activity in my schedule. I just thought about you, about us. And about this endless darkness outside. Let the rainy season be cursed!" - she shouted out just at the mention of current weather, and a moment later returned to the calm rhythm of her speech: - "Then, somehow, I thought that I would like to be close to you. Or to do something nice for you. That we would be cozy. What happened later you already know," - she hung her voice. Suddenly Temari understood what was Shikamaru really asked - "You thought that before I woke you up I touched myself!?"

- "Maybe." - he escaped with his gaze to the folds of her yukata.

To Temari's delight, he was clearly ashamed. He plucked some lost thread out of her clothes. She watched him with tenderness. Today they have clearly missed their interpretation of mutual intentions. It was quite unusual. While his thoughts were still circling around the act itself and the prematurely reached peak of physical fulfillment that he observed in his wife, which usually depended on his strategy of methodical movements - and which he liked when its depends on him. Because in this way, more than any other, he could show her how deeply he felt for her. In contrast to her he was lame in expressing feelings with words. Meanwhile, she was still thinking about the emotional bond they share. And it the awareness that she can trust him immeasurably was such a wonderful sense of security which he gave her. All that together opened new horizons for her. And new possibilities to supras her own limits of trust. When she doesn't have to live in fear and in constant tension expecting blows, that could always fall from an unexpected direction, then it turned out that it was easier for her to relax (also in bed).

This is one of those normal and obvious truths that now shone before Temari like revelation.

-"You imagined it?" she asked curiously, again in the mood. With the back of her hand she brushed the warm skin of his stomach.

-"Maybe," he smiled, still cleaning her shoulders of dust and threads.

-"Would you like me to touch myself?" - purred, watching his laidback figure. They were on the same page again. She felt his hand slowly rise to her neck. Delicate fingerstips took the hem that nicely border her collar. Slowly, he slid down with the edge...

-"Maybe" - he chuckled. Shika enjoyed the return of a pleasant sexual tension. His fingers run over the thin material, brushing the skin of her left breast. His wife sucked in air. It struck him that he hadn't yet had the opportunity to take care of this area of her body. He circled around the hardening nipple, wondering what caresses he would serve her this time. He had a very wide menu.

-"And what if I would touch myself, lying next to you, when you slept?" - with this question she caught his attention back to her eyes. - " Such a unconscious? Would you be angry?"

She liked that he considered her question for a moment, while he stuck fingers by her obi. She felt it again, pleasant, sweet sucking. In the throat and between the legs.

-"I prefer, as you invite me to play," he replied. "Even if I could only have permission to watch."

This statement reminded her of how he had demanded today, that he wanted to watch. It was damn hot! She sighed carresing his neck. Rubbing the back of his skull with her fingertips. Up and down. Shika pressed his head into her hand, closed his eyes, surrender to pure sense of touch. He felt wisps of loos hair tickling his collarbone. The humidity made naked skin sticky and more sensitive to a slight breeze of fans. Now, in the late afternoon, the heat was not so bad. Although the thick air could still be cut with a knife, but it was still somewhat bearable. He groaned happyly.

Temari initially wanted to tease him, but as a result, he confused her with a proposition for a new form of foreplay. He still surprised her. She loved this feature in him. She adored all kinds of him. The closest one. And patient one. And the most malicious one. And even this piece of an cold-hearthed asshole! Well, a handsome piece of asshole. In other conditions - than the domestic one- she defined this feature as a stoical temperament. Thanks to its he returned to her safe and sound from many missions, so she honestly appreciate it.

She brushed his narrow lips with her thumb. Pressing a little harder on his lower lip. Such a nice smoothness. She felt the dampness of saliva on her finger and rubbed it through his redish skin (so gray in this light). She felt his hand cupping her face, his thumb slowly sliding up her chin. She's shivers. She already knew where it'd take them. Her heart beat faster again, under his tense gaze. They clashed in a tender but passionate kiss. Thunder was louder and louder outside, and the rain was rising. Drops drummed on the roof with such power as if the entire division of Allied Force ran through it back and forth.

Temari had strange impression that her lover's involvement was too lazy. In the meantime, she just decided what she realy wanted to do now. She bit his lower lip. He shouted softly, but he didn't seem to mind it at all. So she sucked on a bitten patch of skin. That after a moment irritated him. Ha, ha!

When grumpy Shikamaru break the kiss, she asked:

- Maybe, darling, you'll finaly let me give you some pleasure?

He muttered something that sounded like "troublesome." Then collapsed on his back with impetus. And his hair fell on the pillow like rays of sunlight in old engravings.

He waited for her move.

Patiently.


I planned to finish the story with this chapter, but there will be one more. I cannot leave Shikamaru like this. It's not fair. ;)

And I still didn't write a dialogue that was the reason for writing this story at all, so ... one more chapter.

I'm not the owner of Naruto; neither Temari, nor Shikamaru or Kiba, or any other mentioned above charakter.

I borrowed them from Kishimoto.

And I made them have sex.

Literally.

If you liked it, let me know. :)

If I have made a lexical, grammatical ect errors in the text - also let me know.

Thank you for your time.