She smiled widely as she watched the entertainment news in the morning.

Sitting in a comfortable chair, the make up artists and hair stylist was brushing her up for her next shoot in the trailer.

It was almost too amusing to see Nara Shikamaru trying to flee from the paparazzi, the distress and annoyance to his face amused her more than anything.

As she slid her finger past the screen of her phone, she saw a message from him.

Almost got killed by the paparazzi. Glad that it's a sleep-in Saturday.

She grinned, drawing the suspicion from her manager.

"What's making you so happy?" She arched an eyebrow, Temari put her phone close to her thigh protectively.

"No-nothing," she said, as she stared in the mirror.

Arching an eyebrow, she was startled by the amount of bronzer being put onto her face.

"This much?"

"Of course, it's a bronzer ad," said the makeup artist. "You look amazing as always," he replied.

Temari laughed a little, the make up was not the only thing she was worried about, as she glanced briefly at what was hanging on the rack nearby, or rather, what was not hanging there.

She unlocked her phone once again.

Come find me, she input into the device. I am at the beach.

It was almost a relief for him to slip into the comfort of his car, as he sunk himself onto the leather seat.

Not being able to hang in the privacy of his car annoyed him greatly, especially when he had to deal with all the people staring and taking photographs of him on the metro; it was doing him good publicity, according to Ino – the paparazzi called him approachable, despite the fact that he tried to get away from them every chance he had.

As he parked the car, he opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle.

Hoping not to make himself stick out like a sore thumb, he dressed himself appropriately in beach-friendly fashion, a light blue shirt and white trousers folded near his ankles, coupled with a pair of brown loafers, he had his beach mat and book with him.

It was not a horrendously sunny day, clouds floated lazily above him in the blue sky.

He looked around, and it was not difficult to spot where the troublesome crowd was – a section of the beach was sectioned off by big bulky security guards, dressed awkwardly out of place in their dark suits; he found himself finding a spot near the palm trees, as he sat down, he whisked his phone out of his pocket.

He smiled as he saw a message from her.

Still in bed?

He smirked, as he replied. Dropping his phone on his side, he flipped open his book and began to read.

Despite the black and white in front of his eyes, all he had on his mind was her mesmerizing green eyes.

"Focus more on this side, Temari," she posed and moved accordingly as the flash shone upon her, her eyes focusing afar, her gaze increasingly intensify and fading as she changed from pose to pose.

"Alright," the photographer paused and stared into the camera. "That's all for the white dress, let's change into the bikini."

Temari sighed in relief as she stood up, quickly Tenten reached over and draped a bathrobe over her.

She looked around, for a sight of him, frowning slightly as the crowd blocked her vision.

She was escorted back to the trailer, and as she sat down, she took out her phone.

Hanging around at the beach, have fun shooting.

She grinned, as she replied.

"Oh god," Tenten rolled her eyes as she entered the trailer. "The male model is sick," she said. "They thought he is just late," the woman pressed against her forehead in frustration.

Temari arched an eyebrow and smiled. "Actually, I have an idea," she said with a smirk. "Can you put me on the line with the company rep?"

He opened his eyes as he felt the phone vibrating next to him. He removed the book from his face and took the phone in his head.

Instead of a message, the vibration continued – he took the device and picked up.

"Hello?"

"Come over, I need your help."

She hung up afterwards, as he sat up and stared at the ocean from a distance.

Arching an eyebrow, he began to pack, and moved towards the ground.

He knew that any attempt to hide himself would be futile, as he approached, the crowd stared in awe at his sunglasses clad face – it did not take long before he was recognized.

The security guards assisted him as he moved through the crowd. A brunette girl waited for him, her hair was neatly fixed into two buns as he entered the area, she smiled at him and rushed over.

"You are Temari's friend, right? Thank you so much for agreeing to help," she smiled at him politely, as she dragged him towards the trailer.

As he entered, he found himself staring at Temari, dressed in a bathrobe, she side-eyed him and smile.

"I have a feeling that I am not going to like this," he rolled his eyes as he was pushed onto the chair next to her.

"You will like it," Temari grinned, as she turned to her make up artist. "Work your magic on him," she said.

Shikamaru arched an eyebrow, as the make up artist approached like a looming black cloud.

She stared with amusement as he sunk into the chair, Temari smiled and stood up.

"Well, I will wait for you outside, hurry up will you?" She smirked as she stepped off the trailer.

As she hopped off, Tenten approached her with a worried look on her face.

"Are you sure it is fine? We can always find another male model …"

"Don't worry," Temari smiled. "A little fun at work never harms anybody."

He could not believe what he was dragged into.

When he wore a bathrobe, he was not used to being stared at by a large crowd, even when there was a great distance between them.

Temari walked up to him, still dressed in her white bath robe; he assumed the man that was following her was the photographer.

"This is Shikamaru, and this is Kenji, the photographer," she introduced both of them.

The man eyed Shikamaru's face, and nodded with affirmation.

"Take it off," Temari said, Shikamaru felt his face gone all red in one split second.

She smirked at him. "You do realize we are shooting in swimming outfits, right? Kenji needs to check whether your body is fit enough."

Shikamaru rolled his eyes; he leaned forward towards her. "You owe me a big one for this," he muttered as he stripped his robe off him.

Temari arched an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised.

"For someone that lazy, you are pretty…toned." Her eye lingered slightly below his toned abdomen.

The photographer nodded. "He will be fine," he said. "Let's start."

Shikamaru put the robe back on and walked next to her, as they approached the set before the camera.

He hesitantly pulled off his bath robe, cursing his luck. Temari smirked as he revealed his well-toned body, preserving himself in a pair of tight-fitting black swimming shorts.

Temari twirled her head as her bath robe dropped to the ground, Shikamaru felt his jaw drop as she did. Her lean body was covered by a fire red bikini, leaving little to the imagination.

She looked back at him and blinked. "Try not to get hard, not now," she bit her lip.

"Do I have to show my face?" He rolled his eyes. "I didn't sign a contract or anything."

"They will pay you the price for the male model anyway," Temari smiled at him. "Besides, I will make it up to you."

Shikamaru shuddered in a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

He stood with his back facing the camera, Temari leaned towards him, he could feel the softness of her breasts pressing against his biceps.

She stared at the camera seductively, on her hand was a piece of cold jewelry, shining as her jewel-clad hand rested upon his shoulder.

He could feel his skin tingled at her touch, he tried not to tense, yet at the same time, he was afraid that any lack of control would lead to an untimely salutation for her.

"Look at me," she said softly, Shikamaru's head tilted and turned, as he did, he could saw her face close to his, her green eyes blazing as he stared deep into them.

The next second, Temari's face turned sideways, his intense gaze lingered at her perfect profile as she held the jewelry against the back of his head, smiling at the camera seductively.

After that, it all seemed natural; Temari guided him through every step, as they posed both intimately and seductively.

Some hundred of shots later, it was finally done.

"Great job," Temari smiled at him, as Shikamaru sighed in relief.

"Not sure how my parents are going to respond to this when they see it somewhere in the newspaper," he said. "You owe me a huge favour."

"Oh, they are going to see it," she smirked. "It is an advertisement campaign for Hyuga Jewelry, it will be on billboards all over the city."

Shikamaru felt a shivering cold down his spine, only being brought back to life as Temari clung her arms onto his shoulders.

"You are pretty good at this modeling thing," she smirked. "Maybe you should part-time more often."

He wanted to curse, but the thought of staring into her eyes was too tempting. "How are you going to make it up to me?"

She looked down from his brown eyes to his chin, from his throat to his abdomen, and finally looked back up with a smirk.

"Dinner for two? I am paying," she smiled, as her arms left him. "And whatever you want afterwards."

Before she walked away, she turned her head and smirked at him once more.

"You better cover it up," she winked at him. As his gaze traveled down, he cursed himself for having such a primal reaction. Another make up artist took him to a separate trailer to remove his make up for him.

Temari could not help herself but grin as she walked back to the trailer.

She might not have planned it this way, but nothing seemed better to come back at him than this way.

She was quite sure that this time, she had won.

For now.

Little did she know, as Shikamaru sighed softly, looking into the mirror, he had something in mind.

He was going to end this tedious little game.

It is time to checkmate.

Author's note:

Well :3 Rom-com chapter strikes again! I hope the characters are not out of their original character too much ... it is just fun when you are doing an AU like this haha

Anyway, the Naruto Shippuden anime ended today :/ I was feeling a bit happy and sad at the same time - mostly sad because it symbolises the end of a fond teenage memory, happy because Shikamaru and Temari held hands in the episode (I am convinced that the anime creators are huge Shikatema fans themsevles)

I hope you enjoyed Temari's revenge ... let's wait for Shikamaru's next (possible final) move ;)

Stay tuned xoxo

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