Chapter 11
"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he groaned, his eyes lidded with lust.
Her only reply was a breathless, needy moan as she reached up for him, bringing his mouth to hers. "Less talk, more fucking," she mumbled against his lips, needing it, needing him.
His answering chuckle was short and dry before his lips attacked her neck, slipping against her wet skin.
She gasped as she felt them joined again, moving as one entity.
"I love you, Shikamaru."
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"Shoot me, Gaara. Seriously, please, just shoot me now, I can't take it."
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Temari woke with a start, drenched with sweat and feeling decidedly… warm.
Aw, why'd you wake up?
Oh. My. God. I can't believe I just dreamed… ohmigod.
Her face flooded red as she remembered her very explicit dream about her and Shikamaru. She felt a little damp down there and blushed even harder.
I just had a fucking wet dream about him ohmigod somebody kill me now.
What the fuck, overreact much?
I'm never going to be able to look him in the face again!
Oh come on! It's nothing you haven't done before.
…Oh god, I want him so much.
She flopped onto her back and pulled a pillow over her head, trying to get rid of the burning in her face and that uncomfortable warm insistent urging somewhat lower down.
It wasn't working.
If he's not here, take the next best alternative, sweetheart.
What?
Your h-
No fucking way am I masturbating. My brothers are sleeping right in the lounge, and this place is not exactly a soundproof.
But-
Too. Awkward.
She squeezed her legs together, trying to suppress the urge. Squeezed the pillow tighter to prevent her hand from doing anything it wasn't meant to.
Eventually she fell asleep again.
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The next morning, Kankurou looked tired and twitchy. Gaara looked as if he were imagining butterflies and rainbows and unicorns and determinedly not allowing his mind to wander.
Temari walked into the kitchen and headed straight for the cereal, not noticing the glare Kankurou was sending her way.
"You!" he exploded, pointing a trembling finger in her direction. She blinked at him, confused.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You're pregnant!"
She squinted at him. "Yeah, we've established that. Did Gaara finally explain to you how babies are made?" she asked him sarcastically.
"Ha," he replied facetiously, "Snarky bitch."
"Dontcha know it."
"Pregnant people are not meant to think about sex! Or have sex! Or dream about sex! Or remember sex even exists! Just… no, it's wrong, pregnant people and sex do not go together. Just no."
The irony of that statement was not lost on Temari.
"Actually, Kankurou, pregnant people and sex go together quite intimately because you kinda need sex to get pr-"
"Not the fucking point!"
She was taken aback by his explosion. "Now who's the snarky bitch, Kankurou? What the fuck are you on about, anyway?"
"What the…oh…oh… am I on about? What the…oooh." Kankurou looked ready to blow a gasket.
Secchan sat grinning and the counter. "Hey, Temari, how'd you dream last night?" Secchan smirked at Temari, whose eyes were widening and whose face was flushing a colour similar to that of a ripe tomato.
Kankurou pointed at Secchan, still looking at his sister. "That's what the fuck I'm on about."
"You're not serious," Temari whispered, horrified.
"Haven't I told you you talk in your sleep sometimes?" Secchan asked innocently.
Temari groaned and hid her face in her hands.
I. Am. Going. To. DIE.
They heard all that? Well, fuck, you shoulda masturbated.
…
…Okay, you can stop growling at me now…
Secchan laughed and made her way over to Temari, patting her on the back.
"Sweetheart, if you're that horny, just fuck him," she said sympathetically.
Kankurou gaped at Secchan, aghast. "Do you mind?" he exclaimed. Secchan blinked owlishly at him.
"What?"
"Wha-? Hello! Sister! My sister! Sister! Me, still in the r- sister!" he spelled it out, gesturing between himself and Temari.
Secchan shrugged. "She's Gaara's sister too, and he hasn't said anything."
Kankurou looked exasperatedly at her. "That's because he's listening to his iPod full blast and can't hear you," he seethed, carefully enunciating the last four words.
Secchan paused. Sure enough, when no-one was talking, you could hear a little tinny sound coming from Gaara's ears.
"Kanky, she may your sister, but she's also a woman, and one who really needs to get laid at that," Secchan told him kindly.
Identical strangled sounds emerged from both Kankurou and Temari, for different reasons.
Kankurou because he was incredibly disturbed by the image thrust into his head with those words.
He seemed to be trying to convince himself the last twelve hours had not happened.
Temari because she was mortified.
She was currently wishing a hole would open up beneath her feet.
"Secchan, you have no tact whatsoever," she hissed through gritted teeth.
Secchan grinned. "I know."
Temari took a deep breath and grabbed her bag. "I'm going to work now," she said stiffly.
"Yeah, because you're gonna be so late," Secchan teased.
Fuck. I'd be at work about an hour early.
Outwardly, Temari took no notice of what Secchan had said and marched out of the apartment.
After she had gotten in her car and driven to work and was parked in the (mostly empty) underground parking, she groaned and allowed her head to drop back against her headrest.
Well, I'm not going in there. Now what the fuck am I gonna do?
Well, you could always masturb-
Shut up.
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Just once?
No.
Maybe if you tried it you wouldn't be such a bitch.
FUCK. OFF.
You can't, so mastur-
NO!
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"Hey, Temari," Shikamaru greeted. Temari jumped slightly and squeaked. When she saw him, she turned bright red, the details of her previous night's dream crashing into the forefront of her mind.
Okay, to be honest, it hadn't really left. Her traitorous, evil mind had actually been building on it. And now he was standing in front of her, all gorgeously sexy and… looking at her funny. Great.
"Hi!" she chirped, willing the blood to die down from her cheeks. He squinted at her.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Perfectly fine!"
"Are you sure!"
"Yip!"
I'm sure you're perfectly fine too.
Yeah, thanks, I noticed that already, kinda need my concentration here.
"You're looking a little… flushed. Is it anything to do with the baby?" Shikamaru asked, concerned.
Well, it depends on what you mean by 'to do with the baby'.
Don't distract me!
"No, no. I'm just feeling a little… warm," Temari improvised. Weakly.
"Is there anything I can do?"
Feel free to do me, baby!
Temari almost groaned.
And there goes my concentration.
"No, no, really, I'm fine. Got… got a lot of work to do," Temari laughed nervously, still bright red.
Shikamaru smiled.
"Sorry. I just wanted to say hi."
"No, no, it's fine. I love y- seeing you."
"And vice versa. I'm gonna get too the grindstone now, see you at lunch?"
Temari nodded. "Yeah, that sound great. See you then!"
He stuck his hands in his pockets and wandered off after nodding a farewell to her.
As he got out of sight, she groaned and buried her beet red face in her arms.
Oh, what was this man doing to her?!
-END-
A/N: Yes, it's sort of… odd. But it's part of the plot. I think. But anyway, I've just written this last part in a hurry (not that it makes it worse- it was planned) because I want to get this up today and so not prolong your waiting I decided to type it up quickly before this stupid choir performance I have tonight and post it, finished and klaar. So here it is! I hope you enjoyed it- I'm still LOVING writing it, which is great, and I don't think I took too long to update! I mean, 3 weeks? Not that bad… Yeah, some of you might disagree, but in my defense it honestly doesn't feel like 3 weeks! And I've been really busy! Tests, Roman Banquet, Ninja camp, ballroom, ninjutsu, choir, homework… speaking of which I should really do my Latin… anyway, I have no idea why my life has suddenly become so busy. I think they've shortened the day *suspicious glare*. But in any case, if you feel I've taken too long, shout at me in a review, and tell me what you thought in the process!! Or, you know, just review anyway… please?