CHAPTER 3

Temari wasn't sure what came over her.

Okay, to rephrase that sentence. She knew who and where. That was Shikamaru on the bridge, in his tight little trousers.

Perhaps it was the romance of a wedding in Springtime or maybe it was passing her limit of shame after falling into a muddy stream or, maybe it was the newfound confidence from being able to make a man ejaculate prematurely in his pants without even touching him – but whatever it was, Temari was feeling bold and ready.

Shikamaru himself may be a shinobi genius, but Temari was surprised it took him so long to get on the same page. After their fall into the water, Shikamaru seemed ready to end the night and return home. But Temari grabbed his hand again for what felt like the dozenth time that night and pulled Shikamaru in tow. He seemed to understand what was going on when they walked through the front doors of the inn's reception.

The small bell chimed and they were greeted with a nod from the little old lady at the front desk. The woman had big round glasses over her eyes, her gray hair was tied back into a bun on the top of her head and she wore a traditional kimono.

"Good evening, we'll just be going up to my room," Temari said, smiling at her. Usually they'd exchange a friendly nod and she'd be on her way in or out of the place - but tonight the lady stood in her way, blocking her from going any further.

The lady nodded and then using her walking cane, she pointed to the sign on the wall that read "NO GUESTS AFTER DARK".

"Has that sign always been there?" Temari asked, half-jokingly.

The lady tapped the sign with her cane, more adamantly, still not saying a word.

Shikamaru stepped forward, "Surely it's fine to make an exception, you see, I'm her escort around town. I was assigned by the Hokage Kakashi-sama to-"

The lady used her cane and tapped Shikamaru's chest, then back to the sign. The lady put the cane back on the ground and did not move.

Temari and Shikamaru looked at each other, then to the little old lady who stood there silently. Temari thought of her two options: say goodbye to Shikamaru and go back to her room alone, before leaving back to Suna tomorrow early in the morning– this would mean she wouldn't see Shikamaru for awhile; or she could push this lady to the side and cause a commotion, but that would mean having to explain to Gaara, Kankurou and maybe even Kakashi-sama that she fought an elderly lady so she can Shikamaru could – in the simplest terms, hook – up. Both were not ideal.

Unsatisfied, Temari pulled Shikamaru out of the inn's reception.

"Pfft, well I guess the night had to end somewhere," Shikamaru said, "Unless you want to come to the Nara residence, but that means explaining to my mother what happened to us, and why you're there for the night. It would also end in certain death for me."

Temari turned to him, her eyes full of mischief, and asked him, "Can you climb?"

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"Can you climb? Can you climb a tree? Of course I can climb a damn tree, troublesome woman," he grumbled to himself, taking a glance up the tall oak tree.

He focused his chakra to his feet and made his way up. He reached a branch closest to the window Temari told him about. Picking a comfy spot between the leaves, Shikamaru sat there and for a moment he was alone with his thoughts.

It was completely dark now. He wondered if the other boys were breaking and entering like him or if they were up to other hijinks. What would the boys think if they saw him now? They'd probably be using it against him for the rest of his life. But what of his teacher Asuma? Or even his father? Did they ever find themselves climbing a tree for a pretty girl?

He looked at himself - damp clothes, dripping in river water with an unspeakable stain in his pants… If anyone saw him now, he'd be the laughing stock of the village. He could only imagine what his mother would say to him.

Was he making a complete fool of himself? Going to such great lengths for a girl?

There was a click and the window nearest to him illuminated. Temari's face appeared through the window. "Not bad for a Leaf nin," she joked. Her lips parted into a big toothy grin. That grin brought him back to familiar times – at the chunnin exams, on their various missions, the early mornings out of the village and when she agreed to go out on their first date.

Alright, this girl was worth it.

Shikamaru pushed his thoughts of everyone else out of his head – especially the thought of his mother.

Jumping and landing on the window sill in his ninja squat, Shikamaru grinned at Temari, proving he did know how to climb.

In return, she grabbed a hold of his chin and pecked him on the lips. This caused Shikamaru to fall clumsily onto the floor, making a loud thud.

"Shh!"

"Troublesome woman," he cursed. "Gimme a break – I've never done this before," he admitted, getting to his feet.

"Okay – okay, before that, I need your help with something, " she said turning around. Shikamaru watched her unzip her skirt from the back and pull it down.

His mind went blank when the skirt fell to her ankles and she leaned over.

"I think I have a splinter. Could you remove it for me?" Temari said to him, not that Shikamaru was listening, he was a bit distracted. Ample and round, her ass was a sight to behold. Shikamaru looked in awe at the exposed skin – fair and supple with just a thin material between her cheeks. It was a thong. Temari was wearing a black cotton thong.

Was this her normal underwear? Did Temari wore thongs normally under her kimonos? Shikamaru's mind flashed back to all the times he saw her at work. All this time, she was wearing underwear like this? He might cry from joy.

"I think its on my right side," she said.

Shikamaru got onto his knees and gripped the sides of her hips.

She felt his hands, warm. And his grip, firm. She felt a stinging pinch and then a bit of relief. The splinter was pulled out. "Thanks," she said, "it's been bugging me from the bridge…".

"Shikamaru? What are you doing?" Temari questioned him, looking over her shoulder. Shikamaru hadn't moved from the ground. His hands were still on her hips, now his fingers began to squeeze and prod her, like she was a mango in the market.

"Can I have a taste?" She heard from behind her.

"Exc-Excuse me?"

"Okay fine – May I have a taste?" he added on in a slight annoyed tone, eyes not leaving her ass.

"I mean, just let me shower first. Then we can-"

"If you want me to stop, just tell me," Shikamaru said, his voice was firm and commanding.

There was a touch on the upper of her back thigh, just below her right cheek where the splinter was. It felt warm. Soft. A little wet.

His tongue grazed her splintered area. It was so pleasant in a strange way, she felt like a cat being groomed. He started kissing the splintered area, then he puckered kisses along the curve of her rump, moving to the other cheek.

His fingers began to press into the softer parts of her rear, massaging her glutes. Temari began to relax, allowing her spine to arch. She let out a soft moan of relief. Something harder pressed onto her bum, fitting into the grooves of her crotch.

Temari glanced back to see Shikamaru had actually put his face in between her cheeks. Pressing her cheeks together, he placed his eyes over them. He let out an unintelligible groan, followed by what Temari believe was a mumble of "Kill me now, I will die happy."

He began to rub his face deeper. Shaking his head left to right, there was a moment when his nose rubbed against her clit. She let out a shriek.

Shikamaru withdrew his face, in shock, "Did I hurt you?"

Temari didn't even turn around. Shikamaru just heard her say, "Keep going."

She had put her arms against the wall for balance, enjoying the sight of her so open and relaxed, Shikamaru figured now was a better time than any to try something out. He stuck out his tongue and licked her up along the thin black fabric of her thong. Her shriek got a little louder – but she muffled herself to avoid making too loud a noise. He took it as a sign that was a good move, so he continued to lick her over her thong.

She started to squirm and twist, so he wrapped his arms around her thighs to keep her still. Temari had never felt this enthralled. She moaned in delight, as she felt the warmth of his breath against her center and his strong arms around her legs.

Being held by Shikamaru made her feel protected and embraced. And feeling him lick over her underwear was hot. So hot it made her feel dirty – in a good way. Her head rolled back as her mind emptied – for once in her life Temari didn't have to worry about anything. She had someone here taking care of her. Pleasing her.

Sensations began to overtake her body. Parts of her body clenched and tightened to the point she felt slightly out of breath. She didn't think she could take anymore, feeling like at any second, her knees would give in and she'd collapse to the ground. She tried to twist away but he gripped her a bit harder to keep her still. And he didn't stop tickling her with his tongue.

The steady climb of desire was now becoming a tumultuous rush upwards. Temari felt the pace of her breath change as her body began to move on its own, twisting and grinding. He still kept her legs locked together, his face deep between her cheeks. She felt like she was losing control and the rush was intensifying.

Then like fireworks there were explosive bursts of energy beneath her skin. She began smiling to herself, allowing wave after wave of ecstasy travel through her muscles. Her thighs shook in delight as she felt herself melt into the wall.

Shikamaru finally got up to his feet and pulled Temari up. "Was that good for you?" He asked.

Temari looked at him with her eyes glazed over and a huge stupid grin on her face. Unable to speak, she just nodded her head.