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Twins Timeline: sleep; pregnancy i; pregnancy ii

vii: lazy

Sakura was used to hearing people say that, despite all his great skills as strategist and all his intelligence, Shikamaru was lazy. That, actually, was a fact, one she had seen numerous times throughout her life. The times she spotted him sleeping in class or had rushed by him napping the day away under the shade of a tree were too many to count in one hand or to remember. Ino often complained that he would do anything in his power to stay in a sitting or lying position for as long as possible.

Then came a time, however, when Temari visited once and she mentioned with a smirk on her face that he was anything but lazy in bed. Her blonde best friend once said that she was sure he would lie on his back and let the girl do all the work, but the Sand nin said otherwise. What were speculations against a real, living, breathing person that had gone to bed with him? They were nothing, and the girls had huddled closer together in the little tea shop booth as the older woman gossiped about the times spent together in between sheets.

Now, Sakura could see how wrong Temari had been.

Perhaps, it was because she was another person and Shikamaru guessed that she would like it sweet; most likely it was because this was her first time having sex, but regardless of these reasons, whatever memories she had of his ex telling them in vivid detail all he could do with his hands and tongue disappeared from her mind as she moaned into his mouth, her fingers laced in his loose hair. His hands gripped her hips and the skirt of her dress was bunched up just above them as he kissed her slowly and passionately, his tongue stroking her lips and her own tongue sensually.

They were in her bedroom, the door open so the light from the hallway could spill inside. Shikamaru sat cross-legged on the mattress with her on top of him, her feet hooked together behind his back, her core dangerously close to his erection. He released her mouth with a soft sigh, moving his lips to her jawline and shoulder next, his palms moving to her back and giving her ass a squeeze before moving up, up to pull the zipper on the back of her dress down. A hum rumbled in her throat as he pulled the fabric up to her head, his knuckles purposefully brushing against her sides, causing her to quiver and once the dress was thrown carelessly to the side, she pressed her body flush to his.

Her heat touched his and he groaned, both at the contact and the sight of her lacy, semitransparent underwear. Shikamaru dove in while her mouth was still parted, capturing one already perky nipple between his lips and giving it a suckle, smirking slightly when a strangled noise left her and her hips ground down instinctively on his. It was a pleasurable new sensation she could not describe, have him massaging and kissing and suckling her breasts as she pressed the back of her hand to her mouth in hopes it would mask the noises she was making. Once her bra was also cast aside and his mouth touched her flesh, Sakura grabbed and tugged at his hair, throwing her head back with a breathy moan.

Shikamaru would not last much longer if she kept moaning and grinding her hips on his, so he moved to a kneeling position, pulling his face away from her chest and guiding her trembling hands to the hem of his mesh shirt. She pulled it over his head, let her fingers wander and explore his chest and abdomen, tracing muscles and scars alike, planting her lips on his naked shoulder and biting on the flesh. It was a quick moment of exploration, and then he was guiding her to lie down on the bed, his hands already tugging at her panties and griping her thighs.

She stared up at the ceiling, hands on each side of her head, swallowing hard in excitement and anticipation. He placed kisses on her stomach, on her navel, her panty line, her thighs, her inner thighs, all the while his fingers never left her skin, stroking and touching whatever he could reach. She held her breath whenever his lips got too close to her core and she curled her toes desperately, wanting to tell him to do it for once, but not wanting to ruin the mood. Sooner than later, his mouth descended on her clit, simply touching it, and she jerked under his hands and mouth, her hands curling into tightly closed fists. His tongue leisurely lapped at her juices and she writhed beneath him, arching her back, bending her legs, sighing and moaning his name, and his hands held her hips in place.

When Sakura felt like she would explode, he pulled away, sitting back on his heels and looking down at her with dark eyes as his hands caressed and kneaded her flesh. She took a moment to recollect herself and her breathing, then rose from the mattress, leaning up to touch her mouth to his in a simple kiss, tasting herself in the process. His fingers curled around her thighs as her hands wandered about the expanse of his chest and her fingertips hesitantly traced the waistband of his pants. He waited, lips working against her cheek and jawline as his girlfriend fumbled with the zipper and touched him through the cotton of his boxers, and he breathed heavily in her ear when they made contact.

Shikamaru peeled himself away from her, letting his bare feet touch the floor and his own hands work to discard the last pieces of clothing. Seeing a naked man was not something new for her, still she bit her bottom lip and looked away as he undressed himself, and he remained unmoving until her eyes came to rest on him again, carefully trained on his shoulder. Her face was burning hot with embarrassment, and he chuckled quietly, leaning forward to grasp her hand and place it dangerously close to his navel.

Her eyes shot to his face and she gulped when he nodded, letting her palm glide down his skin until it came to rest on his warm erection. She heard him take a sharp intake of breath, and wrapped her fingers around the stiff member, giving it a few experimental pumps and watching closely for his reactions. His eyes were closed, but his eyebrow twitched when she gave it a squeeze, his teeth ground together when she picked up her speed and, lastly, his hands closed into fists and his breathing grew more labored when her lips brushed the head for just a second.

She was on her back in the next moment, the sound of plastic being ripped open reaching her ears before he was found pressing her down onto the bed and his tip touching her wet folds. Sakura parted her legs wider and breathed in deeply, holding his gaze as he slowly, but surely, pushed into her entrance. It stung and her eyes were burning with unshed tears, but she bravely held them back and decided not to use her healing ninjutsu, instead focusing on the gentle circles his thumb rubbed on her skin and on the kisses he placed all over her face. When he could no longer push any further, Shikamaru stopped and waited, panting on the crook of her neck and whispering sweet things that only she could hear. Her arms raised to wrap around his shoulders, her nails lightly scratching his back, and she kissed his temple as a sign that he could keep going.

She did not know when, but the pain faded into pleasure, and the steady rocking of his hips was absolutely mind numbing. Her fingers found purchase on his shoulders and she tried to kiss every inch of skin she could reach, but in the end, Sakura could only press her cheek to him and gasp at the sensations swirling inside her. Shikamaru had one arm supporting his weight, fingers lost in her hair, and his other hand slipped beneath her body to change the angle of her hips, making her moan as she threw her head back. It took her a few tries, but Sakura managed to match his pace and rose her hips up to meet his, and that alone made him quicken his thrusts.

Her fingers entwine with his and he presses the back of her hand into the mattress, her pink locks tangling in the gaps of their fingers, and he kisses her, explores her mouth with his tongue only to have her pull away with a moan. Her breathing is short and heavy, growing more and more agitated as she nears her peak, and Shikamaru finds her gaze, holds it steadily, watches as her eyebrows pinch and her lips part, a long, drawn-out sound leaving her as she shakes beneath him, around him. It did not take him much longer to join her in oblivion; the sight of her was deeply arousing and she felt extremely good, so with a few quick, deep and hard thrusts, Shikamaru emptied himself, burying his face in her neck and enjoying the feel of her nails scratching his scalp.

Detangling himself from her, he landed on the mattress beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, feeling her curl up beside him and sigh into his skin. He played with her hair and kisses her forehead, feeling too lazy to get up and clean himself.