"Breathe!" She pinched his nose, tilted his head back and blew on his mouth.
"Breathe, you idiot!" She called him as she pumped his chest then blew on his mouth again.
"Nara!" More pumps and blows still nothing.
"Shikamaru, breathe!"
Nothing…
Then… he coughs out water.
Slowly, he regained consciousness, and propped himself up on his arms. Earlier he was parched and now he's drenched to the lungs.
"Shikamaru!" he anticipated that thank-goodness-you're-alive hug but being Temari, you expect the unexpected. "You idiot! You scared me to hell!" she pushed him off the river bank to its shallow waters, stood and stomped furiously away. "Just drop dead!" She shouted back.
"Yeah! Brilliant! Resuscitate me then let me drown again!"
Not that he minded as long as he can feel her strong yet soft hands on his chest, her gorgeous face so close to his, her sweet breath on him and her lips! Kami! How can such supple and luscious lips utter profanities! It makes drowning and near death a dirt cheap price to pay.
"I'm looking forward to another jump off a thousand feet water fall."
Shikamaru just hit another pathetic milestone in his unrequited love life. Their second kiss... via CPR.