Heyy this is my first fanfic (that I really like and haven't deleted) please be kind and write a lot of reviews!

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Quiet.

Suna sank into the darkness. The wind whispered through the night and while most were asleep- the cruelest kunoichi was awake and up on her feet.

Despite her harsh demeanor, she enjoyed relaxation and furthering her education. There was no doubt in her mind that someday there would be peace. Someday there would be no more need for fighting- and when that day came, she wanted to be book smart and heart smart, aside from already being street smart.

Her relationship was private, and she intended to keep it that way. Not because she cared about what people would think, but because she loved what she had and she didn't see a need to have people constantly in their business. She was in love with their talks, cloud watching and shogi matches. She loved sneaking off into his clan's lake hidden in the Nara forest to skinny dip while he watched from ashore with a good book in his lap. She loved how their joint missions were long and pointless so most of their time spent was inside of each other, mentally and physically. She loved his voice, the words he spoke, the way he spoke them. But most of all, she loved who he was when he wasn't under pressure. He was himself when he held her, kissed her, wrote to her about how he missed her. And nobody knew a thing. Because what they had was a secret so easily seen. All she had to do was open the curtains and their relationship would be an "I knew it" to many.

Her bedroom was surrounded by a cold gust of wind, yet she felt nothing but peace as she paced back and forth on the hardwood floor.

Her bedroom was painted dark purple with patterns of white and black roses around the perimeter. The two french doors in her room were 6ft tall and checkered with black drapes that sway in the wind due to the doors slightly being open. Outside of the french doors there was a mid sized balcony made out of marble.

Her mahogany wood king sized classic canopy bed sat in the middle of the large room with cotton stuffed lilac blankets and pillows to complete the set. In the left corner of her room, there was a rustic mahogany door that led to her own personal bathroom. It was a traditional Japanese styled bathroom where there was an area in the entrance to rinse yourself off with the sink water or shower head water before proceeding to the wooden bath. The room was mostly filled with dark wood and cream colors to accent the walls. Across from her bed you could see a doorless room that led to what appeared to be an office. Inside sat a lilac colored love-seat, a lit fireplace, two mahogany bookshelves, and a workspace desk.

There were papers scattered all over her desk, and you would think she had an exam coming up based on all the books and scribbles surrounding. But it was nothing she was asked to do- or even forced to do for that matter.

"Who teaches themselves calculus?"

Kankuro stood at the entrance of her office space upward bouncing a rubber ball in one hand. His face wasn't painted like it normally was- it was clean with his chocolate brown hair touching the top of his eyebrows. He wore a black pajama shirt with plaid cotton pajama bottoms that were both accompanied by some black loafer slippers.

Temari stopped her barefoot pacing. She was in a black silk robe that tied at the side with a navy blue babydoll lingerie dress underneath. Her hair was draping over her shoulders with her blonde bangs pushed to the side revealing a set of pearl earrings.

"If you're implying that I can't do it, then you're WRONG!" She let out a chuckle and put her hands in a cusp position waiting for him to throw it to her.

As the ball came back down to his hand, he flicked his wrist to pass it to her older sister so they could pass it back and forth.

"But seriously, you should get some rest. It's getting late don't you think? And close your doors. Suna is full of weirdos." Kankuro pursed his lips nodding his head towards the french doors.

"Yeah, weirdos like you in their sibling's business." She tossed the ball one final time back to her brother before making a shooing motion with her hand.

Kankuro began to walk towards the bedroom door.

"Do you really think they'll catch Sasuke?" Kankuro stood by the door entrance and faced his sister.

She paused to think to herself. She probably wouldn't get a good night's rest for a while considering everything going on. Times were strange, and she was trying her best to not think of the possibility of a full blown war. Kankuro had potential, he was relatively strong. However, he never pushed himself beyond his capabilities and that worried Temari. The three of them hadn't seen Naruto in quite some time, but the word floating around was that he was back in Konoha and still trying to get Sasuke to come back.

Temari walked over to Kankuro and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Whatever happens, we have each other. You, me and Gaara. Naruto will come to his senses eventually. I'll make you breakfast tomorrow and we'll talk about it?"

Kankuro let off a short nod before opening the door and exiting.

She walked back to her bed undoing her robe to reveal the lingerie set.

"Oi, the door, I almost forgot." She thought to herself.

The wind blew hard as she tried to pull her doors shut- yet for some reason they wouldn't budge. It was as if something was preventing her from closing it.

"Well shit." She walked outside to try and see if anything had gotten stuck from the otherside.

Temari wasn't one to be fearful, but what she saw made her eyes wide. There was a skull that had what looked like a bloody scythe mark on the head. She looked around carefully, eyeing her surroundings before crouching down and picking up the skull to see a note made from calligraphy paper in the mouth.

The note read: "I'm coming for you my love, just wait. I can give you an eternity"

Temari rolled her eyes thinking it was some sort of prank one of the villagers was playing on her.

"Haha, nice try!" She screamed into the wind waving the skull and note in the air.

"Gonna have to do a lot more than a creepy note and weird skull thing to scare me though."

She paused to examine the skull. The blood looked real, fresh, as if the victim was in the palm of her hands.

She quickly shook her head shaking the idea of anyone losing their life for a stupid love letter and tossed it off her balcony and shut the doors behind her as she walked back into her room.

When she had come back, Shikamaru was in her room with a towel wrapped around his waist. His long wet black hair rested on his shoulders with water dripping onto his abs. He would frequently visit Temari in secret, as she would let him in while nobody was around and have him hide every time her brothers came around. Even when her brothers did come around and see the two together, whether it was in her bedroom or around Suna, they didn't ask any questions and went about their business.

Gaara was so oblivious to romantic love, he thought their relationship could be compared to that of his and Naruto's friendship. With neither of his siblings to correct him, he had know idea their relationship was much more than verbal.

"You and your brother take forever you know." He glanced over to Temari standing in front of her doors with a sigh of relief.

Despite her not feeling scared in the moment, a part of her was once she entered the room. She glanced over back to the door as paranoia began to flood her mind.

"You okay?" He began to wipe himself down with his towel, glancing in her direction every other second. For being flaccid in the moment, his shaft was nothing shy of big on it's own.

Temari snapped back into reality realizing how prevailing her nervous attitude had become. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist laying her head on his chest.

"You took too long," she said looking up to give him a pouty look.

"Hey, don't blame me. You snuck me in like the troublesome woman you are. How did you explain to him why the shower was on?"

He returned the favor by giving her a kiss on her forehead.

"Have you met my brother? As smart as he is, he's gullible. He didn't even ask."

As much as Temari wanted to believe he didn't know, she knew he knew. They just didn't talk about it for the sake of Gaara. Kankuro didn't have anything against Shikamaru, in fact he thought he was the most tolerable out of all his elder sister's past courters. He was never in their family business, was always laid back around him and Gaara. Despite them keeping their affairs a secret, he knew from the moment it started and kept an eye on them from afar.

Shikamaru looked her up and down. Her body never ceased to impress him. Every time he would see her in less clothing he would act brand new, because he had the same feeling with every encounter.

She took notice of his sheepish grin and reacted by releasing herself and falling onto the bed arching a leg up and spreading the other. He dropped his towel and pushed her knees further apart with his soft calloused hands to reveal the thong underneath her dress.

Without hesitation, he slid his hands up her thighs with his head following behind underneath her dress. Her thong was sheer as she could feel his minty breath against her clit. Her body was screaming for his touch. He caught grasp of the strings of her thong with both index and middle fingers pulling them down before stroking his tongue along her pulsing pussy.

Temari winced in pleasure. He loved tasting her, and she loved how hot his tongue felt against her inner lips. Shikamaru's tongue strokes were slow and sweet. His rough moans in between each stroke had Temari gripping his straight black hair from both sides.

She never suspected him to be into sex as much as he was when they first started talking. She was expecting his personality to match his actions in the bedroom but to her surprise he loved dominance and he wouldn't let up when it came to sex. He wanted all of her and he made sure he got to taste every bit. Torturing with pleasure, teasing, restraining. Her screams were music to his ears.

Temari was seconds away from orgasming letting out high pitched moans and oh's. She tried pushing his head away, growing shy from the orgasm that was about to cum all over his face, but instead of releasing, he sunk his face deeper in between her legs swallowing every last bit of her.

Her heart was racing as he got up quick to sit on top of the bed.

He let out a devilish grin and extended his index finger to signal her to come closer to him. She crawled over to him slowly with her back arched and ass in the air still out of breath from the last few minutes.

Temari straddled herself on top of his waist and proceeded to take her dress off causing her breasts to fall and bounce to her chest once over her head. Temari wasn't shy with size, she wasn't too big or too small at 34 DD.

He cupped her breast in one hand pinching the nipple while the other one traced her hips and ass. Taking notice of his action, she hoisted herself on top of his hard shaft, grinding slowly with every breath. The two locked lips with mingling tongues. Their moaning was one and growing louder by the second.

"Fuck." was the only word coming out of his mouth. His eyes were shut as he traced his tongue down her lips to her neck, nibbling on it as he picked up his pace.

She rested her head opposite of his with her eyes half open still bouncing and grinding on his shaft, soon letting out a loud scream as they both came onto one another. Even after finishing, the two stayed in their position holding each other trying to catch their breath. Her head was faced towards the door and the only thing she could think of was that note.

"Who comes up with that type of shit?" Was all that came to mind. She squinted her eyes harder to notice what looked like the same note trapped in the outside part of the door panel. Her body began to tense up- but with a few more blinks, the note was gone.

"Is everything alright?" He could feel the energy within her shift, but she quickly relaxed her nerves to make herself less obvious.

Temari pulled herself up off Shikamaru to lay next to him on her bed. She wrapped herself inside her blanket signaling him to join her.

"Just worried about Naruto." Even though she knew that wasn't the case, that was something that was on everyone' mind at the moment and the most logical explanation to mask her weird encounter.

He pushed the blanket down with his feet so he could join her underneath, laying on his back with his arms stretched behind his head looking up to the ceiling.

"He's probably onto something. I know he can be annoying at times, but his gutt-feeling has never failed to surprise anyone in the end. I'm sure what he's doing will make sense eventually. I don't agree with him, but what can we do about it?"

Temari extended her index and ran it across his abs looking down at the bed. "Are you going to stay tonight?" Her voice was low, and she knew she had the slightest bit of fear residing in her. She didn't want him to leave.

He looked in her direction letting out a small chuckle. "I suppose I can stay. But I have to leave really early. Asuma wants to train with me, Choji and Ino."

She hated when he left. She wished he would move to Suna and spend everyday with her, but that was something that just wasn't possible at the moment. Although Temari was nearly 18, Shikamaru still had about 2 and a half years to go. Sometimes she'd ask Godaime if she could take on extra joint tasks involving both villages just so she could spend time with him since he was assigned as her escort ever since Suna announced allyship with Konoha, but when that didn't happen, the two would go months without seeing one another.

Temari inched closer to his chest, bringing her arms around his torso falling into a deep sleep only to wake up to see no sign of him the next morning.