And another chapter for you :) Thank you for reading, my lovely readers. WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A LEMON. I've never really written one so…. please tell me what you think! Review, please! If you like it, that's wonderful, but if you don't, please let me know why so I can improve for next time. K Thanks.

Yellow is the color of my true love's hair

Blue's the color of the sky

Mellow is the feeling that I get

In the morning, when we rise

Colors, Donovan

A Heated Argument

It's summer now; the heat of each sweltering day seems more intense than the day before. It makes it difficult to move or think or concentrate. Naruto makes it difficult to get out of bed in the morning. And if you never get out of bed, how could you ever get anything done? Anything mentionable in public, anyway.

The humidity and Naruto's lack of a proper air conditioner have created an interesting visual effect – heat seems to be rising in actual waves, emanating mostly from the windows with their shoddy, paper-thin glass. But, he's attempting to make it up to me, and doing a pretty damn good job. I shiver as he drags his tongue down the center of my chest, experiencing an additional chill when he blows on my wet skin.

"Naruto" my breath hitches as Naruto moves lower, kissing my stomach and, for a few delicious seconds, nuzzling my body in the most naked display of affection. My head, which I've been straining to look at him, falls to the pillow with a muffled thud.

"What?" Naruto asks lazily, nursing the skin of my inner thighs with his tongue, repeating the procedure of licking and blowing. When I say nothing, I soon find him face-to-face with me, his brilliant blue eyes full of concern. "Shikamaru? Are you crying?"

"No!" I swear vehemently, but Naruto only smiles. I can't deny the silent tears making tracks down the tops of my cheeks and down to my chin. I can't seem to stop them either.

"Too much for you?" he whispers. I put my arms around him, embracing him and I feel a thrill race through me as Naruto groans at the contact. "…Shikamaru."

I can feel the beginnings of another erection, stirring against my own, and I kiss Naruto, who returns it with interest.

"Neji kissed me," I mumble, hoping to God he won't hear me. Two weeks has turned into far too much time and the secret has been eating away at me ever since that day in the forest. I feel Naruto's body tense.

"What did you…?" he asks tersely.

"Neji Hyuga kissed me," I tell him at a frantic pace, "He kissed me and he said he liked me and I didn't stop him and I didn't tell you."

"WHAT?" Naruto roars. Why did I even bring this up? I'm the very definition of a masochist. The only thing I can think of is getting everything off my chest before it drives me absolutely crazy. "He's…WHAT?"

"I'm sorry!" I yelp, burying my face in his chest. He doesn't pull away, which I take as a good sign, but he doesn't say anything either. The anger, which exploded out of him so suddenly, now has the quality of a simmering pot of water.

"When?" he asks me tersely, "When did he kiss you?"

I brace myself for the explosion, "Two weeks ago, okay?" I confess. The next noise out of his mouth is a veritable growl and I clutch him agitatedly, pressing our sticky bodies together. Naruto hisses and yanks the back of my hair, hard enough to hurt. "I'm sorry," I say again, barely above a whisper.

"I thought you wanted me," Naruto hisses. If I'm lucky, he's also remembering that he has neighbors, most of whom are probably sleeping this early on a Saturday.

"I want you," I nuzzle his neck greedily and I feel his length once more, straining against me. He grabs my shoulders roughly and forces me down to the pillows, using all of his weight to pin me.

"Prove it,"

It takes some maneuvering, but I'm finally able to spread my legs under him, yielding to his hardening flesh. If my arms were free I would have wrapped them around his lithe back, stroking the tense, knotted muscles. If I could touch him, I would never stop. "Please." I feel his body shudder with need and his eyes, visible by the early morning sunlight, glitter with lust.

"Shikamaru," Naruto growls, "You better explain this Neji thing."

"No, Naruto," I can feel his fingers tightening around me; there will be bruises there tomorrow. "Later," I plead, feeling the blood rush out of my head, making me stupid. The combination of overwhelming heat and Naruto's wrath is making me lightheaded. His eyes are boring into mine, pinning me to the bed with as much force as his arms.

"Now," Naruto insists. One of his hands goes to the center of my chest, still pinioning me to his bed. The other disappears between my legs. "Tell me."

"N-Naruto!" my hips rock upward in response to his ministrations. His calloused hands stroke me relentlessly, causing waves of pleasure to wash over me. Caught up in those sensations, I barely notice when he flips me onto my stomach, but I definitely notice when he thrusts his fingers into the puckered flesh of my entrance. I let out a strangled moan.

"How was it?" Naruto demands. At the same time, his fingers light upon that sweet spot which causes me to scream hoarsely, my voice thankfully muffled by the pillow.

"Horrible," I choke, feeling smothered, "It was disgusting."

"Really?" he chuckles darkly. The sound is so disturbing that I snap my head back to glimpse him over my shoulder. "How did it make you feel?"

This time I'm completely honest. I gaze up at him lustily, feeling the faint drip of his sweat onto my prone body, "Dirty." When he thrusts into me, the force sends the bed into the wall with an echoing thud. At the same time, he exhales jaggedly, blowing a stream of cool air across the nape of my neck. In spite of the heat, I can sense goosebumps forming all over as my heart races madly. Naruto has to push my face into the pillow with both hands to stifle my scream of unadulterated pleasure.

Then he just stops.

I cringe and writhe as he sits on top of me. I turn my head to the side to look up at him with one eye, panting heavily. He no longer looks quite so fearsome, but there's an animalistic quality in his face that scares me. Several more tears spill from my eyes, caused by a chaotic mixture of pain and ecstasy.

"D-Don't st-stop," I beg him. His head droops forward, shoulders bowed, and he pulls out, only to thrust all the way back in. And again. And again. Naruto puts his hands under my knees and pushes them so they're bent underneath me. As he continues to thrust, this new position causes a deepening of sensation that has my eyes rolling back in my head. Pressed into the bed harder than ever, my head is spinning from lack of oxygen before long. But at least this way the mattress beneath me absorbs every aching moan and pitiful whine that escapes my lips.

I can tell when Naruto comes, because his entire body becomes as tense as a live wire for an instant and he lets out a long, low groan of satisfaction. Immediately afterward, I feel those deliciously familiar shockwaves racking my own body and causing me to tremble all over.

For several minutes we lay still, catching our breath. Naruto has collapsed on top of me and the weight of him is comforting. I'm half conscious by the time Naruto's breathing evens out and he pulls out. "Gnggh…" I mumble senselessly, rolling over to get a look at his expression. His eyes have softened, much to my relief. He strokes my cheek lazily with his thumb, brushing away the remnant of a tear and I lean into the touch wantonly, kissing his palm.

Naruto stares down at me with a strange expression on his face, somewhere between anger and amusement. "What is it?" I ask him, wrapping both of my hands around his and holding it to my cheek. He doesn't resist at all, perhaps too tired to work up the strength.

"I'm gonna kill Neji."