All Caught Up in the Mood

What did he just say? Could he really…?

Temari stared at Shikamaru, bathed in the orange light from the setting sun, dumbfounded. A delicious smell wafted out onto the street as they stood at the entrance of the hot spring, likely the elaborate dinner the staff was preparing for their guests. It was warm outside, and a heavy humidity hung in the air – so different from her home. There were no hot spring inns in Suna. All she knew about them was that they were well known for being a romantic destination. And here, Shikamaru had brought her straight to the doors of one and told her he needed her. Only her.

She had said she didn't want to get all caught up in the mood, but damn it, it was already too late for that.

He was opening his mouth to explain himself further, but Temari didn't need to hear it. She grabbed his wrist, cutting him off before any sound could escape, and pulled him towards the entrance. "Okay, fine, if you need me so badly then let's go."

The surge of confidence felt good. She prided herself on building up a tough outer shell but, for some reason, Shikamaru was always able to push through it and turn her into a blushing mess. She wouldn't let that happen now. He said he needed her. His intentions were crystal clear. She would make sure hers were too.

She hung back while Shikamaru asked the innkeeper if they could see a room. Weird wording, she thought, but maybe that was just how they did things in the Leaf.

There seemed to be a few rooms available, and she heard Shikamaru specifically request the honeymoon suite. A blush threatened to take over at that, but she quickly beat it down. She never knew that Shikamaru could be so forward. Well, she could be too, and she would show him just how forward she could be as soon as they were behind closed doors.

The kindly innkeeper led them down the quiet halls of the inn and unlocked one of the sliding doors. The old woman seemed surprisingly calm about the whole situation. Temari wondered if she was used to people invading her inn for this specific purpose.

"Here you are. The honeymoon suite." The innkeeper gestured inside with a wide smile. "Please take all the time you need."

Shikamaru thanked the old woman and stepped inside, Temari trailing close behind. The suite was traditionally designed. The sweet, grassy scent of tatami permeated the air. A low table surrounded by soft cushions sat in the middle of the room, a bowl of wrapped snacks sitting on top. The shoji doors that led to the sleeping area were open, revealing the fluffiest, most comfortable looking futon Temari had ever seen laid out and ready for use. To the left, a wooden door stood ajar, and she could just make out the private bath beyond.

The old woman shut the sliding doors, leaving them alone in the most romantic suite in the entire inn. She had to make a move now, before her confidence wavered. She took in a deep breath, puffing out her chest. Her heart began to drum in her ears.

Shikamaru turned to look at her. "So, what do you-."

Her lips were over his before he could finish the question. Her hands gripped his sleeves, pulling him towards her. She felt him stiffen at her touch and her heart thudded. She wondered if she had gone too far. Or worse: completely misread the situation.

He pulled back slightly, just slightly. His lips hovered hers in a way she found so goddamn teasing that it took all of her resolve not to just reclaim his mouth.

"T-Temari?" he stammered.

"You said you needed me, right?" Her voice was low, husky. He shuddered as her hot breath washed over him. "Fine, you can have me."

He seemed at a loss for words. That was fine with Temari. She had already resolved herself to take control of this particular situation.

Her lips met his again and she gave his lower lip a few enticing nips. His hands found her waist, fingers digging into her skin and sending a captivating chill up her spine. She wasn't one to waste time. Her hands went to his chest, taking just a moment to admire the hard muscles hiding just beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, and then began pushing him towards the futon. His feet took a moment to get the message, but soon she had backed him up into the second room.

Her hands went to the hem of his shirt and he obediently lifted his arms as she pulled it over his head, dropping it onto the floor. She flicked her eyes over his exposed chest and shuddered lightly at the sight.

Shikamaru seemed to take advantage of her staring and wrapped an arm tightly around her waist, pulling her towards him. His lips trailed hot kisses along her neck, and Temari tilted her head back to give him more access. His breath tickled her sensitive skin and she let out a gasp as his tongue flicked against the shell of her ear. It seemed Shikamaru had some tricks up his sleeve and Temari wasn't one to be outdone.

The obi wrapped around her waist tightened and loosened as Shikamaru worked on undoing the knot. She moved her hand to the nape his neck, massaging that glorious spot at the base of the neck with her nimble fingers. As she worked on the spot, she brought his head forward and slammed her lips over his once more. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and the startled grunt that escaped him made her smirk. She swirled her tongue over his, exploring his mouth eagerly.

Her obi joined his shirt on the floor and her yukata fell open. She wore no bra. She found them too restricting and uncomfortable for everyday wear, and so her breasts were on full display. Shikamaru pulled back from her hot kisses to take in the sight and Temari relished in the lust shining in his eyes.

Before he had the chance to make another move, she shrugged off the yukata and gave him a gentle but encouraging shove. He got the message and plopped down onto the futon. A wicked smirk played at Temari's lips as she lowered herself to straddle him. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her thigh through his pants and a burst of electricity raced through her.

She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him onto his back, hovering her body over his. Her eyes met his and the eye contact alone was enough to make her breath catch in her throat. His dark eyes bore into hers, his desire reflecting hers as his hands went to rest on her bare back.

As she trailed hot kisses over his chest, her hand worked at undoing his pants. She couldn't hold out much longer. Her body was on fire and she could feel her own wetness as it soaked her panties. If she was being honest with herself, she had to admit that she had never, ever felt so horny. This man beneath her was doing things to her she didn't think was possible. Even his simple touch on her back was enough to make her nerves explode with anticipation. She needed to feel him inside of her. Now.

She managed to get his pants undone and he raised his hips to help her pull them off. So few clothes stood between them now, and she daringly placed her palm over his hardened length, stroking him through his boxers. He clenched his teeth and sucked in a sharp breath. She loved that just her touch could do that to him.

His warm hands dipped to her hips, thumbs hooking under her panties. She rolled her hips into his touch and let out a low hiss as he slid them down her thighs. As soon as they were off, she pulled his boxers off and tossed them aside. Moving to straddle him again, she slid her soaking entrance over the length of his cock. She intended to tease him, and judging by the look on his face, it was working, but the motion only made her body scream harder for him to be inside her. He had said he needed her, but, damn it, she needed him just as bad. Maybe more.

She moved her hips, ready to feel him slide sweetly into her, but his hand went to her thigh and squeezed. She glanced up and raised a brow.

Shikamaru looked like he was barely holding it together himself, but he managed to point a finger towards his pants. "In the pocket."

Temari mentally kicked herself. She had gotten so caught up in the mood she claimed she wanted to avoid that she had almost done something really stupid.

Still straddling Shikamaru, she leaned her body over and grabbed his pants. After fishing around in his pocket, she removed a single foil-wrapped condom. That alone was evidence to her that he had intended this from the start. The man had a dirtier mind than she thought – not that she was complaining.

She quickly tore off the wrapper and rolled the condom over his thick cock, eliciting a low groan from the back of his throat. She held her hand at his base, guiding him to her entrance, and slid down until he was fully sheathed inside her with a satisfied moan. She could hear his breath hissing out through clenched teeth and had to fight back a smirk. Damn right she felt that good.

With her hands planted firmly on his chest for support, she began to rock her hips, feeling him hit that sweet spot inside her with every forward motion. His hands went to her thighs and lightly kneaded the sensitive skin there while she threw her head back and closed her eyes. Hot moans escaped her lips as he jerked his hips up to hit her deeper. Every thrust brought her closer to the edge and her muscles began to tighten as her pacing grew more erratic.

A surprised gasp escaped her throat as Shikamaru's arms suddenly wrapped tightly around her waist, and the next thing she knew, she was on her back, looking up at his face, coated in a light sheen of sweat. He panted, his hot breath tickling her neck, and began to thrust into her at a heated pace. Temari couldn't help but moan at the feeling, and she felt her walls clenching around him as she wrapped both arms around his shoulders.

She rolled her hips up to meet his pace, her muscles tightening with each deep thrust. He groaned lowly into her ear and the sound of his own pleasure was almost enough to send her over the edge alone. Her hold around his shoulders tightened as her back arched upwards, letting out a cry of ecstasy as her body shook with the power of her sweet release.

His body collapsed over hers just a second later, and for a moment they lay there, a tangle of arms and legs, panting to catch their breath. Shikamaru was the first to lift his head, which came as a bit of a relief to Temari as the weight of his body over hers was starting to make it a little difficult to breathe. He pulled back slowly, allowing her to push herself up into a sitting position.

A moment of silence passed between them before he asked, "So…what brought that on?"

Temari blinked, words catching in her throat. "W-what do you mean?" she managed to stammer out. "You're the one who said you needed me first!"

Something clicked in Shikamaru's mind. She could see the pieces coming together behind his dark, intelligent eyes as his brows furrowed. The heavy feeling of dread pressed down onto her shoulders.

Shikamaru seemed to take a moment to put his thoughts together. "I was asking for help picking out a good inn for Naruto and Hinata's wedding gift. I'm giving them a honeymoon. Didn't…didn't I tell you that?"

Temari's heart stopped. For a second, she was sure she had actually died from the horrific embarrassment seeping its way into her body. He needed her help, not her body. How could she have made such a terrible mistake? She gaped like a fish out of out of water before an explosive anger erupted in her chest.

"No! You didn't tell me that!" Her voice was rising and she struggled to keep it down. The last thing she needed was the innkeeper coming to check on them. "This whole day, you never once mentioned that!"

It was Shikamaru's turn to look mortified. His cheeks burned a deep crimson as he stared at her with wide eyes. "I-I'm sorry. I thought…when you heard Chouji and I talking…"

"I didn't hear what you were saying!" Temari shot back. "I was just walking though the village when the next thing I knew, you were telling me you needed me for a honeymoon! What was I supposed to think?"

Shikamaru gulped.

"You had a fucking condom with you!" Temari went on, nearing her boiling point.

"That's," Shikamaru fought for his words, "that's a shinobi tactic. You know, because it can hold water in case of an emergency. Don't they teach you that in the Sand?"

"No!" Temari stood abruptly, hastily gathering her clothes and pulling them on. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard! God, I threw myself at you and you just…let me?!" Her cheeks were burning so hot it was a wonder she hadn't burst into flame yet.

"Hey," Shikamaru stood and reached out an arm to take her wrist. "I'm not saying I didn't enjoy that. You just surprised me, that's all."

Temari narrowed her eyes and jerked her arm out of his grasp. "If you had just said something from the beginning-!"

"I wouldn't have gotten the chance to show you how a feel," Shikamaru interrupted.

Temari paused, frozen in place as the words hit her. He took the opportunity of her silence to begin pulling on his own clothes.

The flames on Temari's face quieted, but she knew she was still as pink as the Konoha sunset. "You couldn't have just said something?" she finally asked.

Shikamaru glanced at her as he tugged his shirt over his head. "Words are a drag. They're easy to misunderstand, as you know. It's better to just show things physically."

"Hmph." Temari crossed her arms, eyeing him. All was not forgiven, not by a long shot, but there was truth to what he was saying. She wasn't one for expressing herself through words either. "I guess I got a pretty good idea of how you feel, then."

Shikamaru chuckled, a wry grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, same goes to you."

She shook her head slowly. "Let's get out of here before that poor woman gets suspicious."

"Wait, I need one more thing from you."

Temari raised a brow. "Only if you promise to be extremely specific. Extremely."

He laughed. "I need you to look in the woman's bath and tell me what you think. For Hinata's sake. I still need to pick a place for their wedding present, you know."

This time, Temari laughed with him. "All right. I think I can handle that."