0_0 HELLLLOOO MY DARLINGS.
Thank you for asking about my well-being. That's very sweet.
I AM NOT DEAD. I AM OKAY.
You see, 2018 was a rough year for me and writing was my escape… Now, I am very happy with a lot of goals I'm pursuing! That's why I've been inactive. I am doing wonderful…
BUT THAT'S NOT FAIR TO YOU.
My 2019 resolution is to write a few hundred words a week so that way… you'll get updates sooner than every… several… months. *gulps* It's very embarrassing. I have to reread my chapters to remember where I left off.
Lucky for the both of us… I had half of this chapter already written up.
Enjoy. x3
"So what else do you do when you're not working nowadays?" Temari asked him as they made their way down the illuminated path towards the Nara forest.
She took in the colorful displays that decorated the village, allowing the lights coming from the lanterns to dance in the reflection of her eyes. As an attempt to brush off the constant small talk, she added, "Besides napping marathons?"
"Tch," Shikamaru scoffed, thought he did find relief in her sarcastic humor.
She had asked about his mother and friends, in which he followed up with questions about her family and kin at home as well. The stiff conversation was starting cause tension in the air around them.
"I wish I had enough time to nap at all. There's so much paperwork to do, especially since we're rebuilding everything."
"Same," she sighed. "I'm fortunate that training is included in my duties as Gaara's body guard. I think I'd go mad if I had to be crammed in an office all day like you."
"I train everyday," he retorted as his hands found their usual place behind his head.
"What?!" She nearly stopped dead in her tracks. "You?" She turned to look at him in astonishment.
"Don't act so surprised!" he shot back at her. He sighed and continued to explain, "I swear, Kiba suffers from some kind of hyperactivity disorder. The guy's always training or playing some kind of sport or simply mindlessly running around to break a sweat. He doesn't have a routine which is nice. It keeps things interesting. We do something different every day. Sometimes we train, sometimes we hike around the mountains. There are days where we just do some conditioning."
"Conditioning? You? As in running and lifting weights?" Temari asked again with genuine curiosity.
She finally allowed herself to inspect his body unapologetically, but the yukata he wore left nothing for her to imagine. She did notice that he was a little tanner than usual and the minor changes to his hands and forearms.
Shikamaru was always a technical and strategic fighter. She always took note of how her hands were always more calloused than his due to the difference between their combative styles. However, that was no longer the case. His hands now appeared more rugged than hers, and his forearms went from looking somewhat athletic to having quite a bit of definition.
"Well, good for you," she complimented him. It was followed shortly with a backhanded compliment, "It's reassuring to know that our allies aren't slacking."
Shikamaru couldn't resist the urge to roll his eyes and chuckled. He chose omit the fact that staying active kept her from wandering through his thoughts. Long weekends spent drinking with Kiba was another thing he decided on keeping to himself.
They finally approached the entrance to the tranquil forest. A deer immediately approached them as soon as they stepped into the trees. Temari recognized him. She's seen him there the few times Shikamaru had invited her.
"Rikimaru," Shikamaru said quietly. He brought his hand to the bridge of the deer's nose and leaned his head forward next to it. "There is someone following us. Lead them away if they enter the forest. If they are nearby, let me know."
The deer backed away from Shikamaru and rocked his head as if he were nodding back to him.
Temari watched them, admiring the complexity of Shikamaru's bond with the forest and the everything that resided there. She gazed at him until he turned around and nodded to her, signaling for her to follow him. She heard Rikimaru's hooves behind them, but he quickly took off in a different direction after a few minutes.
They finally reached a secluded area by the lake. Temari recognized that it was the place where she had share some of her secrets with him. The nostalgic feelings and memories distracted her, causing her to bump into him when he stopped abruptly to face her. A breath slipped past her lips as she looked up at him. Neither of them backed away from each other.
"What was it you need to tell me?" he asked her. It was almost a rhetorical question. They were now secluded in his forest. Whoever was stalking her was no longer there. He figured she could might as well tell him later.
All he cared about in that moment was the electrifying feeling that surged through him now that they were lightly pressed against each other. He observed the way her breath became short and rapid as her piercing eyes soften into a timid expression that made her resemble a gentle doe. He knew her all too well. He knew that lust has already overtook her.
Temari suddenly felt as if her thoughts were running laps in her head. The details of her potential stalker were slowly slipping away as she continued to breathe in his scent. The smell of pine, sandalwood, and rain filled her nostrils despite the fact that there were none in sight on that warm summer night. She loved the way he smelled. He smelled like everything that was foreign in her country. It intoxicated her.
"I… uh…" was all she could muster.
"Yes, Temari?" he asked in a hushed tone.
She wanted to kick herself for her inability to formulate a proper sentence.
"Are you started to regret this?" He asked her in amusement.
"What?" She asked annoyingly, snapping out her trance. His question sobered her up. "Regret what?"
"Getting me alone," he answered as he inched his head towards her.
Gathering her composure, she playfully asked, "Why would you say that?"
There was no point in beating around the bush anymore. It was clear to both of them that they wanted the same thing.
He leaned down to further close the space between them, only stopping once he could feel her breath on his face. His eyes held her gaze as he spoke to her, "If this isn't what you want, we can stop."
Her mind at this point was screaming at her for wanting to giving in to the indulgence. She scolded herself for not having better self-control, but the fact that she knew it wasn't right made it more tantalizing for her. It made her want it even more.
He didn't give her a chance to answer.
Temari felt his hands around her face as he started to kiss her aggressively. They eventually found themselves around her waist as he pulled her into a tight embrace. Her hands found their way to the lapel of his yukata to grab the fabric in her fists so that she could pull herself closer to him.
A wave of relief and satisfaction washed over Shikamaru when he felt her hands on him. His other hand found the back of her neck to hold her in place as he kissed her hungrily.
The hand around her waist slowly traveled under her bun and began to claw at the hair close to her scalp. A gasp escaped her lips when he yanked her head back and traced her ear with his lips.
Like a reflex, she pulled him closer and arched her body into him as she began to squirm every time she felt him breathe heavily against her skin. He smiled against her ear and waited for her to relax before bringing his teeth to the bottom of her neck to sink his teeth in. A satisfied smile crept on his lips when he felt how she released the grips on his lapel in order and dug her nails into his back.
His teeth released her skin so that his lips could find hers again. As they kissed, his hands began tearing off the garment that hid her body from him. He felt her hands hastily doing the same. Once the floor was littered with layers of fine silk, he began to trace his lips down her abdomen.
"No," she demanded once he was hovered above her navel.
'Don't stop. Not now…' he pleaded in his mind, but he obeyed her command none the less. His eyes found their ways to hers, displaying a mix of concern and confusion.
However, the lust remained in her eyes when she went to sit up. She shoved him gently until he fell over his side and onto his back. He felt his heart pounding harder as she mounted him and kissed him again.
When they broke away, he watched as her lips mimicked his and by leaving a trail of kisses down his torso. When she reached just right below his hips, she stopped to look up at him. A jolt of electricity shot through his body when her eyes caught his. She held the gaze for a moment before continuing.
The tip of her tongue found the base of his shaft and gently worked up towards the tip. Once she got to the top, she began to diligently zigzag it back down only to repeat the pattern all over again.
"Fuck…" Shikamaru cursed in ecstasy. His eyes shut out the world as his head fell back onto the soft grass underneath him. He felt like an addict who finally got his hands on the substance he'd been yearning for after dealing with months of withdrawal. He wanted to savor everything, but found it rather difficult. It's been too long and he wanted all of her already.
His use of profanity caused her to smile secretly in satisfaction. He was a man of many words, but she knew how to work him so that he couldn't focus on anything else but her.
When she reached the base of his erection again, she removed her tongue and hovered her lips just enough so that they'd only graze his skin. She let out a long, heavy breath as she gradually moved back up to the tip.
Shikamaru couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her arm and yanked her up until she sat on his lap again.
"Hey." She pouted. "I wasn't done."
"I want you." He declared. "Now."
Terrible place to leave off but I hit some writer's block! I'm still very timid about writing the lemon scenes. Hahaha…
But hey, an update is an update… right? I will try to do better next time!
Lots of love! Be back sooner than last time…