Author's Note: There will be some mature content for this chapter. This is my first real attempt at any kind of real-type love scene for any fanfiction, or writing for that matter. So yeah, get over it! Oh and remember, I'm a single, hopeless romantic... so... ;;

Chapter Three: You Take Me Back

She smiled into his eyes and he watched her, they wandered distracted by each other into his apartment, he watched her face and she grinned at him almost menacingly. She then pushed him lightly onto his bed, pinning him against it by his shoulders and he grabbed her by the elbows pressing lightly to force them to bend, leaning her form closer to him and he kissed her. The kiss in itself seemed to last forever and his mind seemed to disappear, no thoughts, just silence and hints of lust crept its way through him. She closed her eyes, he closed his as well, she then ran her fingers through his hair and lightly gripped it, intensifying the kiss and grinning through it. He pulled her form against him, desiring to feel its warmth, he released the kiss and smiled into her eyes. He then ran his fingers up her arms and then down along her shoulders to her spine, tracing it to the small of her back and with a grin, pulling her form tightly against his own.

"Feeling a bit feisty tonight, Shikamaru, love?" Temari gazed into his eyes, her own eyes grinning at him

"With you, how could I feel anything other than adoration and love?" He grinned, knowing such words turned her on and so easily.

She grinned and giggled at the words, her heart fluttered a moment and she plunged her lips against his, her fingers gripping his scalp lightly. She then traced them down towards his neck, then to his back, gripping it lightly with her nails without scratching or breaking skin. She kissed along his chin to his neck, nibbling a bit and then sinking her teeth into his neck, without breaking his skin or anything, just taunting and teasing him with sensuality. He pressed him fingers against her back, pulling them up her spine, then down again, massaging her. He then arched his neck back and to the side, enjoying the biting and nibbling, as well as the feeling of her teeth and tongue against his flesh. She nibbled lightly again and then licked his cheek teasingly, she sunk her teeth into his flesh once more with a smirk, she knew how much he loved it when she did this and it made her laugh that it did.

He watched her with a smile, he runs his hand up to the top of her back and slowly unzips her dress, pressing it along her shoulders and off her chest. She grinned, unzipping and removing his Jounin vest, then slides her dress off over her legs. He smirks and grabs her lightly by the elbows, swapping their places, now pinning her to the bed, he then removed his shirt. She ran her fingers down his chest, along his scars, she smiled at the feel of his muscles beneath her fingers. He watched her a moment, smiling down at her bare form before him, then after a few moment of watching her breathe, he removed his pants and leg bandages. He leaned down and began to nibble along her neck, following her chin to her lips, kissing her passionately. As he did so he entered her, slow and gentle, she wrapped her arms around him, digging her nails into his back lightly and tracing her fingers along his scars.

He continued to hold the kiss, his hair falling against his cheeks, as well as hers as he continued in a steady flow of entrance. He pressed the fingers of his left hand against her cheek, his eyes smiling into hers, while her other hand traced her bare form. He released the kiss and she closed her eyes lightly, nipping her lip a bit, leaning her head back and arching her neck. She smirked through it, it was not the first time they'd done such a thing, not at all, she was used to his mannerisms and behaviors. He was gentle with her, he respected her and never abused their love, she loved this about him and she was glad that he was her first. She throughout, had let out a few breathy moans and he grinned, having had moan once or twice himself in response. It was the same for him, he'd thought of such things with girls prior, but the first to understand him had been Temari, not even Ino quite understood him this way. He traced his left hand down her form, caressing her breast as it passed and then pressing with both hands lightly against her hips, he continued passing in and out of her. Such play continued for another hour or so into the night as the room became hot and heavy, as well as until the couldn't continue and they sat up in his bed. Both drenched in sweat and steaming with love.

He took in a deep breath and reached into the drawer of his beside table, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and popped on between his lips. She giggled and offered him her lighter, she only had it cause he smoked, though she didn't like it much and had long blamed Asuma for teaching Shikamaru such a habit. He nodded, closing his eye and taking a long drag of his cigarette and heaving it out, completely relaxed. He watched as she rested her now sheet-wrapped body against his chest and smiled down at her, taking another drag off his cigarette.

"Again, in a little while, love?" She closed her eyes and smiled, listening to her breathing.

"Of course, however many you'd like, darling, I'm here to please you and only you." He stroked her hair, wrapping his arm about her, he took another drag.

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"So, how've you been, Kanky?" Misa smiled to him, tracing his kabuki paint without smudging it at all.

"Just fine, and what about you...?" He watched her with a grin, running his fingers through her long dark hair, tucking it behind her ear.

"Other than a slightly sore body from the last mission, I'm fine!" She smiled, but he knew her well enough to know that she was probably gritting her teeth through it like she always did.

He frowned lightly, tracing his eyes over her expression, he worried about her a lot when she was on missions, of any kind. He hated seeing her in any pain, just like Gaara hated to see Kira hurt, though they did have an awkward brotherly love, they were much alike in how they treated their women. Even though Misa was normally out on missions with Kira or Hateru, sometimes both, he still worried intensely for her well-being and her health. She rarely complained, even when it got bad, and she was a little bit on the clumy side, well a lot on the clumsy side, it bothered him a bit but he never mentioned it to her. He smiled still, watching her carefully, caressing her cheeks and her hair.

"I worry about you sometimes, Misa... You always hide when your hurt..." He frowned lightly again, hugging her lightly, spying the goofy smile on Gaara's face as Kira ruffled his hair.

"Gaara-sama, you constantly have sex hair." Kira said as straight-faced as she could, but she could barely hold it.

"Well..." He grinned, leaning toward her, wrapping his arms about her waist pulling her close, he whispered,"Cause I always have you on my mind."

She wiggled back a bit to smile into his eyes, reaching her hair up to ruffle his hair a bit more, she giggled a bit. He fiddle with the ends of her long dark tresses, smiling back into her eyes as he kissed her deeply, she squealed lightly with joy and wrapped her arms about him. She closed her eyes, melting into his arms, the squealing fading into the romance of the moment which seemed to last forever. For Gaara, Kira had been the best thing to happen to him, the first person he truly considered precious to him and the one thing that kept him in motion. She was also one of the few girls he'd met who was not scared to confront or come near him for that matter, as well as be approved by his siblings. Which strangely enough, began to matter to him.

Misa and Kankurou watched the never-ending kiss with grins and giggles, as well as a couple mocking whistles. Those had been from Kankurou, he loved to tease Gaara about his affection and in his words 'dorky' love of and for Kira. Misa was just happy that the two had found each other, she worried constantly about both Kira and Hateru finding happiness, she was a big worrier really. She worried about things that were huge and things that were quite miniscule, all of the people who knew her well, knew this fact. She watched the two smiling, she stood and leaned her back against the wall of the Ichiraku stand, still watching with quite a large smile. Kankurou stood from his seat at as well, facing Misa, pressing his hand to the wall, grinning at her and she giggled. He wrapped his other hand around her waist, pulling her close, kissing her and smearing a tiny bit of his kabuki paint against her slightly rosed lips.

The owner of the little shop sighed, it was getting late and the two couples were still quite intent on sucking each others' faces. He looked to Ayame, his daughter, and she nodded, she'd wait till the couples cleared out and would close up the shop. She giggled lightly, watching dazedly as the couples kissed endlessly and whispered sweet nothings to one another, she wished such things could happen for her. But alas, she found no one for her own, she waved to the couples as they departed and closed the shop doors.

"Have a good night, all of you." Ayame yelled out to them as she waved, they all smiled and giggled, knowing what would commence that night.