5. Definition
She could feel her heart pounding. A few minutes ago they were just Shikamaru and Temari, two people out for dinner, as they usually were on a Thursday night. This was different, of course; they had never been for one of their Thursday night dinners as a date before. Temari felt so naïve; she had even wondered if tonight was a date at all considering this was part of their usual routine. She hated how he managed to sap all the confidence out of her, especially when she needed it the most. Thankfully, her confidence had caught up with her now she was home, and she was making up for her shyness earlier.
It had started out with just a kiss. At the time it wasn't just a kiss; it was butterflies and electricity and a rollercoaster in her chest she couldn't control. Now, however, there were no butterflies or uncertainty- she knew exactly what she was doing. She was in control and nothing made her feel better.
They hurtled into the table in her hallway, and he pushed her up onto it. She could feel him smile as he kissed her, as all the tension she had ever felt melted away. She ran her hands down his back, and stopped when her hands reached the hem of his t-shirt. For a minute she was unsure again, unsure whether she should lift it up or leave it or what, but then she firmed herself. She knew what she wanted to do, and if he wasn't complaining she wasn't going to hold back. She pulled away from his mouth, leaving him leaning closer to her, and pulled his t-shirt over his head. She couldn't help the smile that creeped onto her face; to think a month ago she hadn't even realised this was what she wanted, and now there was nothing she wanted more.
"What?" he asked, smiling at her smile. She just shook her head and pulled his face close. He resisted a little, slowing everything down. He had been waiting for a long time for this and he didn't want to rush for no reason. He slowly caught her lips in his and bit down, gently. She couldn't help sighing into his mouth, and kissed him even harder. She ran her hands up and down his arms, down his back and up his chest, feeling all the grooves and curves of muscle and bone. She felt the definition in every part of him; his hands, his shoulders, his stomach, his… She broke away from their kiss, looked down and blushed. He was too far gone to be embarrassed at this point, and simply gave her a playful smile. "Your turn."
He raised her arms above her head and slid her top over her head. She wasn't going to play at being bashful about her body; she loved the way she looked, scars and all, and if someone else didn't like her, well, that was their problem. His fingers traced over her skin, feeling the peachy fuzz of hairs on the smooth, muscly surface. He was used to seeing her body as robust and tough but here it looked almost delicate. He had a sudden urge to be soft and careful, which Temari didn't reciprocate. She kissed him harder and wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him in closer. "Wait."
She paused and pulled away. "What's up? What's wrong?" she mumbled breathlessly. He slid his arms around her bare midriff, and gently said,
"You sure you're okay with all this?" Temari looked at him dumbfounded for a while and then almost laughed.
"Shikamaru, I invited you up here, I'm not going to regret anything. Trust me," she said, sliding off the table to stand and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Don't stop now." That, and the look in her eye was all Shikamaru needed. He scooped up her face in his hand and used the other to bring her closer so they were chest-to-chest. He could feel her heart racing just like his, and felt her warm skin move against his. Before Temari could even adjust where her hands were, Shikamaru suddenly bent down and lifted her straight over his shoulder.
"Woah! Not cool, put me down now. What are you doing? Shikamaru!" Temari scolded unconvincingly. He couldn't wait to make it to her bedroom, so instead opted for her couch, and unceremoniously dumped her on it. They both laughed as he knelt next to her to be close to her face. He was completely taken over by some instinct he didn't know existed, but somewhere some part of him knew exactly what he was doing. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn't notice Temari sit up or place her hands on his shoulders.
She swiftly rolled them over so she pinned him down on the couch and sat above him. He was surprised, and didn't know what to expect; neither did she, but their bodies guided them together over and over until finally they collapsed in a heap on the floor next to the couch.