Summary: There was only one thing that kept them bound together, only one thing. The need to keep their egos intact. One-shot, SasuTema
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Temari panted as the two stopped for one moment to rest. Neither had backed down; Sasuke was beyond amazed at the display of stamina the older girl was showing. He was almost chipped down, but yet he wasn't really winning. Not losing, but not winning either. And that was the part that pissed him off. The fact that Temari was keeping up, and the fact he wasn't winning was enough to make his anger flare up. The only comfort he had at the moment was the fact that he wasn't losing either… but if he wanted to outdo Temari, he had to play a bit dirty… he knew that most girls had a crush on him. Hell, most of them it was completely obvious. But he wasn't quite sure about this girl. No, she treated him like she treated everyone else.
That pissed him off too. The fact that she didn't show her crush was frustrating. Frustrating, that was an understatement. So, to get her to show it…and to make her lose at the same time… the idea was extremely appealing, at least he could leave with his pride intact. Hmm, but how to start…how to start…
Temari suddenly swung her closed fan at the side of his head, and Sasuke blocked with a kunai he had been holding in his hand. First, he had to get that annoying fan away from her. No problems there, really. He used his outside leg to kick the fan away out of her grasp, causing it to skid across the ground, sending dust into the air as it went. There was a light gasp released from her pale lips as her head turned to look in the direction of the fan. He felt her whole body go rigid, preparing itself for his blow.
But he didn't even do that. He pulled Temari into a tight embrace, a grasp that could be described as a hug. Temari's body got even more rigid against Sasuke's chest, her breathing uneven from both the fight and the distance, or lack thereof, of between them. He felt some satisfaction rise up in his chest, knowing full well that the light pink tinge on her cheeks was caused totally by him. He didn't care whether it was the embarrassment of being this close to him, or the possibility her thoughts were none too pure; all that he cared about was now he had the upper hand.
Temari's breathing slowly began to slow down, but her breath was still slightly labored from the effort to keep her wits together. Here was the famous Uchiha Sasuke, the guy that every girl in the entire universe had a crush on, currently pressing her to his chest. She widened her eyes slightly as she felt lips trail her neck followed by a slight flick of his tongue against her heated skin. She blushed uncontrollably, her words coming out in a jumble, any coherence on her part was roughly tugged away.
"What was that?" Sasuke questioned softly against her skin. His breath tickled and pricked her skin, sending pleasant shivers down her spine.
After it became painfully apparent that Sasuke was winning—no, that he had already won, she pushed herself away from him. Her back turned away from him and her breathing ragged, she mumbled one word to him. "Asshole."
Sasuke smirked slightly, "I win, hime." A few seconds passed after this statement before the kuniochi made another move. This time, she started the war, her tongue forcing it's way into his mouth; and this time she intended to win.
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