Warning: Some contents are not suitable for very young readers. Nothing explicit.
Chapter 30
Temari feels the sunlight pricks her eyes. Upon lifting her lids she recognizes the windows of her own room. She abruptly takes a sitting position and feels the sheet slide from her naked chest. She stares down at her body and then clutches the sheet to cover her breasts. She realizes that certain muscles and the area in between her legs are sore.
She doesn't expect for it to be just a dream anyway. Last night feels real. Shikamaru was tender at the start then he suddenly turned a bit forceful but then he calmed down and seeming to take his time paying homage to her body. It was painful when he started making them one. He tried to be gentle and he waited for her to adapt to him before he started to move again. He tried to go slow but something must have compelled him to shove in next, driving him to take her more forcefully than he intended. And that clearly indicated he wanted her.
Temari grins as she feels her cheeks grow hot. She couldn't forget how Shikamaru looked at her, as if she was exquisite. She touched his face then, in awe of what she saw reflected in his eyes. He didn't try to mask it, he allowed her to witness the emotion he was feeling right then—happiness. She was the one that gave that to him.
Temari chuckles, remembering what happened next. How she had gained so much confidence that she tackled him, wanting him to continue looking at her like that.
With a smile on her lips, Temari takes a look around her room, wondering why everything still looks the same when she feels different. Her eyes then fall on the clothes she had worn last night neatly folded on top of the dresser. "Ass," she mumbles softly, playfully, to herself.
It's time to get up. She immediately moves her legs onto the side of the bed and stands up, makes some fast stretches, takes the quickest shower, brushes her teeth then rushes towards the guest room where Shikamaru and she had spent the night.
"Ass, you don't have to return me to my room. Otosan is probably still asleep and okasan wouldn't suddenly check your room, you know," Temari scolds once she opens the door to Shikamaru's room.
Nobody answers back because the room is empty. Temari stops dead in her tracks. For awhile Temari gazes at the bed uncomprehendingly. The bed has a changed of sheet and the pillows are fluffed and arranged neatly along the headboard. It appears as if nobody slept on them much less made love.
Temari suddenly feels cold. She feels like her knees are going to give way soon so she starts to walk towards the bed and takes a seat. She stares at the wall for a while not really seeing it.
What was it she said last night? Yeah, she had said, 'You can do anything to me for as long as you want'.
That was what she offered.
And that was what Shikamaru had taken.
Temari already knows he has already left.
So unusual for him to wake up early and to fix everything until all traces of what happened last night is gone. She clenches her hands on her lap, stopping them from picking up the nearest object for her to throw. What good would that do? It wouldn't reach the bastard's head.
He only wanted her last night. It was her who thought otherwise.
Last night was just to him accepting her payment and now, she should be glad she doesn't owe him anything.
Temari stands up and leaves the room, shutting the door quietly.
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Returning to her own room, Temari finally notices the folded, used beddings placed on the chair at one of the corners of her room. On top of it is a note with her name scrawled in Shikamaru's handwriting. She would have seen it earlier if she hadn't been in such a hurry.
Lifting the piece of paper, Temari browses through it. It's short and to the point—Wash this; it got your blood on it. You wouldn't want your mom guessing what happened.
He wrote your mom. Not our or my mom. He made sure not to lay claim on Yoshino. So if she still needs proof that last night, for him, is just considered payment then the letter proves that it is.
Temari knows that Shikamaru won't lay claim on her mother, on her family, or even on her.
TBC
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