A/N: Heh heh, me and my weird, implausible pairings…
Love for the Lonely
Part Deux
And so, daybreak came and Temari woke up from her erotic, virgin dreams, with only one thought on her mind:
I need to get ready!
It was Friday: one day until she would meet her "internet lover". Temari threw the bed covers to the floor and stretched her arms, letting out a loud yawn. Through the night, she kept on waking from her sexy and dirty dreams, covered in sweat and her night shirt pulled over her stomach; she wasn't at all well rested.
"At least no one watches me when I'm asleep," she mumbled as she stepped onto the cold, wooden floor and scratched her messy blonde hair.
She glanced out the window. The sky was a beautiful canvas of pinks and oranges melting into a deep, blue, star-scattered sky.
"Goddamn it, it's early."
Temari let out another over-exaggerated and loud yawn and slumped over to the closet. She creaked it open and peeked inside. So she had to admit that she didn't have the most feminine or girlish or sexy mode of dress, but hey, at least her clothing was practical.
'But I don't need practical clothing,' she thought anxiously, sliding back several oversized t-shirts. 'I need clothes that would almost make me look…'
Her thoughts trailed off and a grin spread across her face as she came across an article of clothing she hadn't seen since her early teenage years: a strapless, lacy black dress with red trim that was cut so high that it barely covered her buttocks (of course, her teammates gave her hell once they saw this).
Temari gingerly fished the dress out of the closet and held it up to her body. "Hey, I don't think I'll look all that bad in this…" She giggled to herself and threw it on her unmade bed. "I wouldn't be surprised if I got laid while wearing this before I even meet the guy!"
And of course, miles and miles away from Temari, Sasuke was having the exact same issue: What in the heck am I going to wear? Of course, he never cared about what wore out in public; clothes were merely a way to cover up unmentionable parts of your body. But now, even he knew that in a situation like this, the "threads" meant a whole lot more.
"Which is pretty sad," he grumbled, sifting through his drawers of wrinkled shirts and shorts and boxers that hadn't been cleaned for nearly a year.
After another quarter of an hour of rummaging through his entire house for clothes that a young woman would find attractive, Sasuke finally found something that he thought would be suitable: baggy black pants with numerous pockets and a large red t-shirt with ripped sleeves and many loose threads. He shook the pair of pants and many small, black spiders fell to the floor and scuttled away. Sasuke raised his brow.
"Been a while since I've worn these…"
He folded the pants and the shirt together and placed them neatly on his bed. He breathed deeply and fell back onto the soft mattress, closing his eyes and grinning. Around this time tomorrow, he would be in this same bed with another sexy body, showing her a good time, pleasuring her…
Sasuke sat up bolt right. Pleasuring her…he wouldn't know what he was going to be doing! For all he knew, he could make a total fool of himself! Not that he really cared, he had more important things to worry about, but he didn't want any rumors going around that he was a terrible lay.
Sasuke stared out the window, trying to think of a solution, until he realized what he had to do. He groaned.
"Though I really do hate to admit that I need help from him…"
Sasuke was going to get advice from the one, the only, the sexpert of the village:
Hatake Kakashi.