Author's note:

I don't usually write anything at the beginning of the chapter, but this one is worth it: Sub/Dom alert! And if you need to google that, you might be too young to read this.

- XXXVIII -

Shikamaru stared at the person at his doorstep for way longer than appropriate, and only when she flashed him a smile, seeing his confusion, he woke up. Suppressing the arised urge to grab her inside - so unnatural for his lazy characteristics - he slowly moved to the side without saying a word, suggesting for her to come in.

Her lips closed only to form her mouth into an usual coy smile as she stepped past him, eyes brightly shining with tease, never breaking the contact. Anticipation rose rapidly, and his heart that just recently turned over itself because of surprise now beat in steady, fast rhythm. Not only did he see her, he felt or imagined he felt her body warmth, he smelled her perfume, but his whole flat suddenly felt different, pulsing with tension.

With one move Shikamaru closed the door and pressed her against it, her tessen still fixed on her back hitting it with a loud thud, and his arms caught her head making sure she wouldn't escape the kiss - even though she didn't even try, and kissed him back as eagerly. His fingertips explored the soft skin, anatomical lines of a jawbone, muscles of the neck, pulsing arteries, and his mouth explored hers.

Temari sighed, with her head rested against the door, sighed loudly into the air, allowing him to kiss her neck, to harshly pull apart the front of her dress. Their eyes met over him clutching her softness, and the look she gave him - wicked and wild - a guarantee she wouldn't let him stop no matter what. One of her hand wrapped around his neck, pulling his lips into another kiss, while the other sneaked on top of his hand, squeezing it over her breast. Passion flushed through him from the top of his head to his feet, leaving a tingling sensation at his pelvis, and he instinctively pushed his hips closer to her, pressing himself against her body.

She teased, running her fingers lightly above his shoulders and down his back, slightly shoving her hips forward to meet his, responding to his touch with a deep breath, a sigh, a bitten lip. With a sudden move his shirt was pulled over his head and the next second he was back on hissing her, her nails digging into his skin on his waist.

She broke a kiss just for a moment, their lips separating a mere centimeter when she spoke, for the first time after arriving, in a low, husky voice.

"Don't make me ask for it."

Her words hit him like a lash.

Shikamaru grabbed her shoulder and turned her around, unclasping her tessen from her back. He huffed from its weight, but quickly placed it against the wall, shifting his thoughts back to the woman in front of him.

He had her facing the wall, resting her hands there for the balance. She stood still, patiently waiting for what he would do, but wasn't particularly silent - he heard her heavy, laboured breathing, saw her chest rising up and down, felt the arousal she wasn't even trying to hide. Her body slightly shivered - as he ran his hand up her back to her neck, he felt the tremble in her muscles. His fingers slowly slid under the collar of her dress, and her shoulders jumped up a little as she tensed, her breaths getting even louder. Ever so slightly she turned her head, giving him a glimpse of her mouth partly open, but curved at the corner with her sly half-smile. His fingers gently travelled towards her shoulders, outlining the edge of the fabric. In one quick, harsh movement her clothes fell down to her waist, revealing her skin, and Temari exhaled the air she held, leaning her head slightly back, her eyes now closed. A strand of hair of one of her ponytails tickled his face, and within the next moment he released them from their ties. Shikamaru run his fingers in the blond waviness, barely resisting the temptation to pull, and by her heaving he could tell she barely withstood his tease. The way she got aroused by him being rough was frighteningly making him want to go even further, but the frightening part of that thought was easily pushed away by the sight of her bare back; the obi still held her dress at her waist, and he slowly got rid of the remnants of her attire until the fabric fell on the ground, leaving her naked except for the panties.

His fingers slid on her waist, feeling the softness that tempted for a firm grip, and testing his limits he dug into her flesh, but no protest came. Her barely protruding flat stomach moved spasmodically with his touch, and Temari hunched over slightly, dipping her head, releasing another breath - and by pure instinct his fingers were entangled in her hair and he pulled, her face now upwards, mouth gasping for air, amused expression never fading from her eyes. He let go, still managing some sober thoughts even if they came after his actions, and proceeded more gently up to her breasts. Gently outlining them with his fingers he felt the goosebumps appear, the nipples hard against his palm. He moved closer, leaning his bare chest to her back, pressing something hard against her bottom, and she smiled. He heard her breathing through a smile, and at that moment all he wanted to do was to own her. To own and to fuck her, even if just for today; he wrapped his fingers around her neck, just like before the first time they had sex; despite that this game was by her allowance, he still wanted to overpower her; placing a wet kiss under the jawline, making her body tremble once again.

Her back hit the edge of his kitchen table as she stepped back from him; she was retreating only so he could chase her, her lips parted and catching air, eyes wide open shining with need and desire and anticipation; as soon as his body came closer to hers, her hands sneaked on the lump of his pants. He kissed her on the lips, hard, shoving in his tongue that she again received gladly, and as she broke away for air, he bit her neck, her shoulder and her breasts. His hands yanked her fingers away from his pants and he squeezed her ass, grabbing her hips and lifting her up on the table. With a quick movement he lost his own clothes, and as Temari's eyes instantly darted down to his manhood, he gently lifted up her chin back to his face, for a reason he couldn't quite comprehend enjoying the ability of having the power to allow or not allow her something.

Now he gently pushed her chest, making her lean back and lie down. Her hands rose up and took a hold of the edge of the table on the other side. The fingers of the hand that just was between her breasts slowly slid down her stomach until they met the line of her panties - simple, wine-red coloured fabric with no intricate decorations; except for the fact they were darker right between her legs. Shikamaru pressed his lips. He pulled them down, with the help of his other hand and her slightly lifting up her hips, holding his breath and watching closely - as the fabric came unstuck, her juices stretched between the panties and her opening in a fine clear thread before it broke, resulting in a droplet on his table surface.

Just breathe. Shikamaru bit his lip. Breathe.

His fingers wrapped around her knees the second her panties fell on the ground and pulled her legs so her ass would be closer to the edge, spread them apart and appeared between them instantly.

He slid inside fast and hard. Temari shouted. Her body stretched on his table for his viewing pleasure, her breasts bounced with another one of his deep thrusts, and she wailed again. She was hot and literally dripping, so moving inside her was something he couldn't successfully describe in words. Not that he wanted to. He simply slid out and in again, and again, forcing her moan with each move. He was still holding back, but he felt he wouldn't be able to do that for long; not with that body placed in front of him.

His fingers pressed into her thighs, run up to her hips and waist, clutching her breasts, before ascending to the shoulders, where he felt he could hold her firmly for what was coming. Her grip of edge of the table strengthened, fingers whitening; her breast rose up even more with her breath.

Holding firmly and without any prelude he began pounding himself inside her in a rapid rhythm, and within seconds she screamed with his every push. With his teeth clenched he wanted to shout too, the sensation arising inside him made him lose every part of sanity he still held onto; he knew he couldn't stop and the fact that she didn't want him to - evident by her wails - made it even less likely possible. In no time he felt he began climbing; and something inside her changed as well. It took a second for him to realize she squeezed her muscles, increasing the friction, and he completely lost it hearing her intensified screams in the background; then as the pulsing sensation inside him rose, the sounds faded together with the sight and he could only remember clenching his teeth painfully before that second he came - pleasure finally ripping him apart, sending ripples of tingling through his skin as he unloaded himself inside her.

A feeling of his forehead touching something warm woke him up from whatever his mind had just fell into, a sort of blackout, and opening up his eyes he saw he was hunched over her lying body and his forehead touching her stomach awkwardly. Surely, lifting his eyes he saw her mocking smile; and before he could react now it was she who pushed his chest backwards, pulling him out of her, and he stumbled on flat surface and fell down to the ground without any effort to get up.

She stood up after a while, looked down at him with an amused smile, and extended a hand. Shikamaru sluggishly grabbed it and somehow managed himself back on his feet, but only so he could again press her against the edge of the table and sat her in the exact same position she was in.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Temari looked unbelievably at him and began laughing sincerely, but suddenly stopped as he pressed her stomach against the surface with his elbow and shoved three fingers inside. Her laugh suddenly turned into a gasp, and as his tongue traced a line right at her core - into another. She smelled of sex and tasted salty. He very well knew it wasn't only her he was tasting, but he couldn't care less - not with the moans he heard.

His fingers moved in an out, and the tongue worked its way around the spot he knew to be the most sensitive, and it didn't take much for her muscles to contract around him once again. Her hips moved instinctively as if she tried to avoid his moves, but he knew why she couldn't keep still; within seconds her whole body tensed up more and more, and her rapid breathing was followed by short, slightly suppressed shouts. His whole body trembled from exertion and the fingers he had inside her was squeezed so tightly it was really hard to move; the muscles of his hand was already in ache. But he couldn't feel any of that, not with that woman wriggling in pre-orgasmic pleasure right in front of him. He felt he was getting hard again, and after a second Temari squeezed his head with her thighs, bringing them up closer to her stomach, and let out this unearthly beautiful sound. Shikamaru still felt her spasming inside and continued to move in a slower rhythm, resulting in several more convulsions of her hot body, and another long moan.

He straightened up, resting his hands on the table at both sides of her hips and gazed at this beauty, now very clearly feeling the exhaustion. A few droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead and fell on her thigh, that had four red spots - his finger marks. After a few seconds Temari sat up, gathering all of her energy, yet it was still a little funny to see her trying to hold her balance. Their faces ended up close again, and he looked into her eyes. Not a tint of shame, or awkwardness, only the teal blazing with satisfaction. As he barely stood on his legs out of exhaustion, his eyelids even heavier than usual, she on the other hand looked as awake as ever, eyes wide and smiling. "This was good."

She smiled brightly, saying that with such content voice, that something inside him - perhaps his ego - suddenly felt so real and important. He wondered if she knew just how meaningful her words were, but before he could figure it out, she placed a small, soft kiss on his lips and slid down the table, leaving a trail of their body fluids there, and lazily walked to the bathroom.

Walked, not ran or hurried trying to hide herself - his mind noted, but he shook the thought away. It didn't matter now. He spun on his heel and eagerly followed.

I know some of you won't like it, but I also know some if not many will dig this as well as I did - so enjoy, because I won't publish anything for a month or even more (real-life reasons).

Love,

Cafe