After leaving Choji at his assigned guest room Temari walks down the second floor hall and steps into another bedroom. She holds one arm outstretched with a big smile spread across her face. "So, here is where you will be staying during your time in the Sand Village. By the way, this was my room until just a few years ago." Her smile morphs into a crooked smirk as she looks sideways at Shikamaru.
Shikamaru ignores the look and instead takes measure of the room he will be staying in for the next few days. He knows she is silently suggesting that while he is here that he will have impure thoughts about the innocent young girl who grew up in this room. He looks at the white and pink four poster bed, wishing that it did not have those frilly pink curtains and canopy. Most likely she did not have such things on her bed growing up and she had these put on just to annoy him a little. Also, knowing Temari she has also left little things scattered partially hidden around the room to tease him with, just in case he happens to snoop about the room.
He looks over at her out of the corner of his eyes and can see that his assumption is correct by the way she looks at specific places around the room. He sighs mentally knowing that if he doesn't find at least a few of them that she will probably get bent out of shape and make a big deal about how much he does not really care. 'I wish I could remember why I thought dating Temari was going to be a good idea?' One look into her mesmerizing teal colored eyes and his question is quickly answered.
"So crybaby, did you get all upset when Naruto ignored your pleas to hurry up because he was having too much fun being away from the Leaf Village with Hinata?" Temari flicks away a non-existent tear mockingly with one hand from his cheek while the other adjusts the edges of his jacket collar. She knows he hates being mothered on like he is some sort of helpless child, but watching him bristle at her touch is just too much fun.
"It was not like that at all." Shikamaru closes his eyes and lets out an exasperated breath. Is she ever going to let him live that down? Dammit he nearly died that day. His best friend and the rest of the team all nearly died trying to help Naruto retrieve Sasuke before he ended up in the hands of Orochimaru. It was his first mission as a chunin and it was a failure, a nearly fatal failure for them all. So why continue to torture him with his one emotional slip in front of her.
Temari slides her hand across the collar and pulls her hands sharply away as she reaches the last bit of the material. She then turns her back to him coldly and crosses her arms. "So, are you saying that you were not trying to come see me as quickly as you could?"
Shikamaru resists the urge put his palm over his face in frustration and instead takes on a different tactic. "Why should I be in a hurry? All you ever do is nag me when I come around. I don't have to leave my house to get that kind of treatment. My mother has been nagging me my whole life, and if it was not her then it was Ino when we were on missions. I am tired of being nagged by the women in my life."
Temari wiggles her shoulders and laughs out loud. "That's because big crybabies need extra mothering. It is something we women can naturally sense, so we just do it without thinking." She turns back around, grabs his right hand and presses it hard against her left breast. "Speaking of mothering, I seem to recall that when we went back to the motel room after the New Year's fireworks you were nursing on my breast like a starving babe for most of the night. My nipples were red and tender like little rose buds for most of my trip back home." She leans in closer as his hand begins to slowly knead her breast and brushes her cheek lightly against Shikamaru's. She blows gently on the fine dark hairs on the side of his neck and relishes the shiver it sends through his body.
Shikamaru knows that it is a trap, because she is not unlike a desert cactus flower, she is almost too beautiful to describe, with an alluring scent to match. The problem is that she must be handled with care, because if you are rendered witless by its allure the experience could be a painful lesson. Unfortunately, the knowledge of the stick being held right above the lovely carrot is not heeded quickly enough to allow him to dodge her teeth as they sink into the tip of his earlobe just below his earring. When he jerks his head back away Temari smiles and makes a biting motion to let him know that she is willing and ready to bite something else if he is not careful.
Temari's breathing begins to quiver as she watches Shikamaru slowly pull his hand down from his ear and look down at the tiny smear of blood on his fingertips. She laughs mockingly at the cold calculating look in his eyes and pulls out her enormous fan, not caring that they are inside the Kazekage's residence if he wants to fight.
She feels a chill run through her body as she suddenly loses control of her muscles when a tendril of darkness stretches out from Shikamaru and intersects with her own shadow. Every time this has happened before she feels like she knows what it is like to be one of her brother's puppets. Her body's first reaction is to struggle in panic against the master's strings, but her spirit slowly wins the battle and her struggles become nothing more than an act for his amusement.
Shikamaru slowly maneuvers her around, backing her against the reading desk and arches her spine just enough to be painful from the strain. With her positioned exactly where he wants Shikamaru opens his hand and lets the chakra blade drop, causing her to drop her fan in the process. The blade stabs into the shadow on the floor and keeps the jutsu working while freeing him to do something else.
Temari's inner self cannot help but smile at her predicament. Growing up as the daughter of the Kazekage, and a talented kunoichi in her own right, she has been in control of people most of her life. When she was younger it had bothered her that the other kids were intimidated by the family she belonged too, but as she grew older she learned that she could use that to her advantage to order people around. So she grew to enjoy being cocky and verbally sparing with the same people that had not long ago avoided her presence.
That was true until she faced Shikamaru during the chunin exams. She found his keen mind admirable, and his lack of drive to use his intelligence to its full potential frustrated her to a level equal to her admiration. His ability to trade insults without cowering or losing his calm demeanor became an enjoyable challenge to break that composure just a little.
After the exams were over and she went back to the sand village, Temari could not stop thinking about the bored looking boy and how he had defeated her with very little physical effort and made her feel so helpless. It should have made her angry, and it did for a little while, but the more she thought about that helpless feeling the more she felt thrilled at the thought of being at his mercy again. She needed to find out what was going on in his mind, behind that bored mask he wears in public. She woke up trembling the first time she had a dream about him controlling her body like a puppet, and the things he did to her while she was helpless. It did not take long to realize her body was not trembling in shame or fear, but in desire.
Their first real time together had been after a verbal sparring match which had led to a sudden collision where her dominate nature had swept over him like a desert storm and left them both gasping in a tangled heap on the floor. They had made love again later that night, and that time with their lust being somewhat satiated he had taken control and explored her body with agonizing detail. It was as if he was taking mental notes of her body so that he could use that knowledge to his advantage when she least expected. She found out later that her suspicions were correct and the next time when she had verbally provoked him he had immobilized her, just like he has right now, making her dreams a reality.
Shikamaru steps up and kicks her fan over into a corner, not because he is concerned that she might break free and use it in her defense. No, he did it to add to her sense of being defenseless against his manipulations. "So, you had to keep egging it on. You should have waited till tomorrow to try and push me this far. It has been a long trip listening to Naruto's incessant chatter and Hinata's polite giggling to even his dumbest remarks. I am feeling a little irritable and you are just giving me the excuse I need to vent."
If Temari had not been trapped in his jutsu her knees might have buckled as she watches Shikamaru make a certain hand sign. She watches helplessly as a pair of shadows elongate from his feet and intersect with her own shadow. Her body trembles as the shadows coil their way up her legs and slide their way underneath her clothing. Her breathing becomes erratic and her eyelids struggle to flutter as the tendrils slide over her upper thighs and intersect at the small of her back before moving on. They intersect at the bottom of her sternum, just missing her breast as they crawl around and intersect again at the sensitive spot between her shoulder blades. Her breathing becomes a struggle as the tendrils finally stop moving and they latch onto her throat, constricting her breathing down to a bare minimum. She feels a pop in her back as the tendrils arch her back even more.
Shikamaru doesn't show any emotion as he drops his other chakra blade onto the floor, holding this new jutsu firmly into place. As he walks towards her Shikamaru picks up the first blade, releasing her from the paralysis and stares unflinching into her eyes as he reaches down and slowly slides his hands into the opening of her split skirt. The right corner of his mouth twitches for a moment in satisfaction as he feels her struggle to press herself into his hands. In response he drags his fingertips lightly down her inner thighs and pulls away achingly slow. "Don't move, or I will leave you here till the jutsu expires with it pressing against all of your sensitive areas." He reaches down and presses a finger on the constricting tendrils, sliding it across her leg to a more sensitive spot on her inner thigh that he knows about.
All Temari can do is let out a gagging sort of gasp. She doesn't know what she wants more; the torture of his threat or what stimulations he may have in store for her if she is good. Finally, she relinquishes and ceases her struggles knowing that she can always goad him into going through with his threat at another time.
He places a single fingertip on her chin and smirks. "I see that you are not wearing your hitai-ate. Are you trying to keep me from using it as a blindfold again?" Shikamaru makes a disappointed clucking sound with his tongue on his teeth as he shakes his head side-to-side. "Maybe you were hoping that I would just cut to the chase and use this as a blindfold?" He tugs slowly at the red sash around her waist.
Knowing that this will probably be the last time she will be able to see him for some time Temari looks deeply into Shikamaru's eyes. Her look is a warning that he had better save some energy for when she is finally free. His reaction is to slow down and take even more time loosening her sash, prolonging the sensation of being undressed. Temari is thankful that he did not punish her insolence by tightening the sash and walking away.
Shikamaru keeps up his mask of indifference as black kimono begins to gape open and he catches a glimpse of what she is wearing underneath. She is wearing a bra and most likely a matching pair of panties that match the teal color of her eyes. He allows himself a quick reward by brushing aside one side of the material to confirm his guess while still slowly undoing her sash. He is going to reward her for this surprise by taking his time before allowing her to orgasm. That will help to increase the intensity for her and lead to some pleading for release as well, so they both win.
Knock, knock knock
As Shikamaru lets out a sharp sigh of annoyance Temari lets out a groan of disappointment. She was so close, in another minute or even a few seconds, her body would have succumbed and left her twitching on his strings while waves of ecstasy pulsed through her body. When he looks back at her, she begs him with her eyes to ignore whoever is at the door and return his attention back onto her body. Temari adds to the allure by struggling seductively in his bonds hoping to stir his own lust to its breaking point.
Shikamaru, without saying a word, steps back and makes a hand sign. A moment later a trio of thin, almost needle-like shadow tentacles rise up from the floor and waves back and forth for a moment like serpents.
Temari's body feels like it is on the edge of a ravine, and even the slightest breeze could push her over the edge into mind numbing ecstasy. Whatever he has planned for those tentacles is going to set her off the moment they touch any part of her body. Whoever is outside that door is going to get an earful as she is unable to stifle the guttural groan that is already forming in her belly. As she is ready to ride this orgasmic tsunami like a leaf in a sandstorm she crumples to the floor as the master suddenly cuts his strings. Temari looks up, gasping in disappointment and surprise, to see one of the thin tentacles gently twirling the charka blade that had been holding her captive just a moment before.
Knock, knock knock
Shikamaru takes the blade and sheathes it as he looks down at Temari mockingly. "Don't you think you should answer the door?" He leans up against one of the posts on the bed and crosses his arms.
Temari stands up and walks past him with an annoyed sneer on her face. The damn village better be under attack or whoever interrupted her fun is going to suffer, serious long term deployment into the deep desert kind of suffering. She opens the door wide with a sudden jerk, her spine stiffened straight to make her as imposing as possible. "What?"
Hinata, unprepared for the wave of annoyance directed at her by the usually buoyant kunoichi, stands there in total shock.
Temari, seeing that it is one of her village's guests and not some messenger, relaxes her posture and her face goes from sheer anger to only slightly annoyed. "Please forgive my outburst Hinata."
Hinata comes out of her shock and immediately realizes the reason for Temari's outburst. It is obvious why by the even more annoyed than usual look on Shikamaru's face and the slightly disheveled look of Temari's clothes. Not to mention the flushed look on the kunoichi's face that Hinata has felt on her own face when she and Naruto have been interrupted at a very romantic moment.
"Oh my." Hinata covers her mouth, which most people would assume was to cover the open mouth shock on her face, but in reality she is struggling not to laugh. So this is what it looks like from the other perspective, no wonder Shizune looks like she is trying not to giggle every time the two of them see each other lately. Once something like this has been seen it is going to be difficult not to remember every time you see them afterwards.
Hinata clears her throat to make sure her voice does not break out in a giggle. "We… we can talk later… after you are done." She bows apologetically and prepares to make a quick, but polite exit.
"We?" Temari leans a little to the side to see the familiar face of Matsuri looking down at her feet in shame while her fingers rub together absently. Temari can actually feel the submissive part of herself that she only shows Shikamaru slowly hide back down in her soul to wait for another chance to be his toy. The thought of Hinata seeing her weak like this is one thing, but one of her subordinates is completely different.
Temari waves a hand back and forth dismissively while laughing out loud. "Don't worry about it, probably was only going to be a few more minutes anyways." She turns and gives Shiakamaru a little wink to let him know he can pay her back later.
Shikamaru plays his part of her little game and turns his head to the side in mock frustration. If that is how she wants to play things right now, then he is happy to keep her little secret to himself.
Temari places her hands on her hips and tries not to let her surprise show when she notices just how undone her sash really is at the moment. Instead she tries to look as if this is going to be her new way to wear this outfit. "So, tell me. What do I owe for the pleasure of this interruption?"
Hinata looks past Temari and gives Shikamaru an apologetic smile to let him know this needs to be girl talk. Thankfully he is not as clueless as some people can be sometimes and immediately steps deeper into the room to give them more privacy. "Well, I had somebody come to me for advice of a particular nature." She leans a little to the side so that Temari can once again see the nervously fidgeting Matsuri trying to hide in her shadow.
Temari takes a half step to the side and forward, looking at Matsuri with a predator-like smile. "Let me guess, she came to you because you have recently dealt with an issue of a similar nature." Her eyes turn towards Hinata for just a moment. "With very impressive results I should add."
Ignoring the chance to tease a now blushing Hinata, Temari turns her focus back onto the nervous Sand Village kunoichi who looks like she wants to find a rock to crawl under. "Now, little Matsuri would like to learn how to deal with the cause of her own… frustrations." She laughs out loud as Matsuri looks up in shock at hearing the blatant innuendo of Temari's statement. "It's about damn time. I thought I was going to have to lock the two of you into a room together with some of Jiraiya's books to get you two going."
Temari holds up her hand towards a now sputtering Matsuri and looks back at Hinata. "So, you do have a plan, right?"
Hinata seeing the mischievous smile on Temari's face, and how it is directed towards poor Matsuri, slides her arm through Temari's and turns to look at the now nearly hyperventilating kunoichi. The thought of helping someone who is in a similar situation of unrequited love that she was feeling not too long ago is very appealing. Standing here, in this position of trying to help, brings into perspective all of the little things her friends, sensei and even Hanabi have been doing lately. Yes the things they have been doing have been annoying, to put it kindly. Their goal was to speed things along, to help her and Naruto become closer to each other; that and to keep them from getting caught in a comfortable stalemate. "Why yes I do have something in mind. I needed to start being bold to finally earn Naruto's full attention, so that is step one for her to learn. Matsuri needs to stop waiting on the Kazekage to notice her, and instead say or do something to get his full attention. He is like Naruto-kun and only experienced fear from people during his formative years. They don't have the skills to differentiate between all the kinds of love people feel, and I think that it might be a little intimidating at times."
Temari leans her head back into Shikamaru's room and gives him a little wink. "Well sweety, I guess you will just have to hold it for a while, or maybe take a cold shower if that becomes a big problem." She almost loses her composure and begins laughing as the hallway nearly begins to glow red from the shocked young kunoichi overhearing her speak so shamelessly to her boyfriend in front of witnesses. "I might even make it up to you tonight after the party if you behave yourself and don't pout." The silent stare he gives her in response sends a cold thrill up her spine. Tonight could quite possibly be a night she will never forget, and hopefully leave her begging for more.
Temari shuts the door gently and walks over to one side of Matsuri, motioning for Hinata to flank the girl on the other. "So tell me more about what you want to do tonight for little Matsuri?"
Hinata hooks her arm through one of Matsuri's as the girl begins to protest, and gives a little tug. "Well, you should have seen the look in Naruto-kun's eyes when he came over to my home for our solstice night dinner. He had never seen me wear anything else but my baggy mission clothing." Her eyes pause on Matsuri before looking over at Temari for confirmation that Gaara has only seen the girl in mission gear as well. "It was the first time he ever saw me as anything other than a kunoichi of the Leaf Village. It is really hard for me to describe the look of shock in his eyes, but now that I think back to that night I realize it was a huge first step for us."
Temari nods as she sees where Hinata's plan is going. "Well it just happens that we have a very convenient party going on tonight, and being privy to the guest list I know that the Kazekage is sadly planning on coming alone." She lets out a conspiratorial laugh and gives Matsuri's other arm a quick tug. "At least he thinks that he will not have a date for tonight's party."
Matsuri digs the heels of her sandals into the carpet in protest and shock. "Wait… wait… I can't just show up at the party and say… gasp that I am the… Kazekage's gasp, gasp, gasp date."
Temari looks down at Matsuri as if she is being absurd. "Of course you can't walk up and announce that you are Kazekage's date. That would be very presumptuous of you to do something like that, Matsuri."
Hinata, knowing what is about to happen, nods in complete agreement. "Yes, I would do my best to keep someone so insolent away from my sibling."
Matsuri lets out a long deep sigh of relief and lets her body relax now that both women have come to their senses. Yes, the Kazekage might become angry with her for shaming him at such an important event and send far away as punishment.
"As the Kazekage's older sister, and one of his closest advisors, it is MY job to be presumptuous. The Kazekage should not appear at such an event all alone, because it brings up questions about the line of succession. Having a pretty girl like you seen by his side will help to ease some of those concerns." Temari pats the top of Matsuri's hand happily as the young kunoichi begins to go limp like an empty potato sack.
When Temari looks over the slumping head of Matsuri with a big smile on her face, Hinata has to turn her face away to keep from giggling out loud. Her enjoyment of the terrible teasing that Matsuri is enduring at the hands of Temari is tempered somewhat by the relief that it is somebody else that is being torment this time. After Naruto had slipped and mentioned restoring the Uzumaki clan during Hanabi's surprise party she had been teased by her sister so terribly later that night. 'Hanabi had even activated her byakugan and stared at my stomach while poking it as if to see if there was a baby inside.' Hinata smiles as she remembers the shocked look on Hanabi's face when she got slapped for that little stunt.
Hinata lets out a slow breath as she joins in on the teasing. "So, the Kazekage will find out that he has a date AFTER he sees Matsuri?" After a nod from Temari she continues her delicate assault. "That means you had better look the part of someone worthy of being beside the Kazekage and not some lovesick girl standing around with her mouth agape." Like she is one to talk about standing around like a lovesick idiot, but that is in the past and if a little teasing can help Matsuri and Gaara become closer it is worth feeling a little guilty. "No it should be the Kazekage who is standing there in shock trying to figure out where that beautiful woman came from all of a sudden."
"Absolutely, and if you faint on me I will step over you and leave you lying there like I have no idea who is that strange person on the floor." Temari is actually impressed, she had not expected Hinata of all people to join in and help tease Matsuri. Getting ready for tonight's celebration could actually be more fun than the party itself, but not nearly as fun as after the party will hopefully be tonight. At least until it is time to hit the dance floor, she has no idea if Matsuri has done that sort of dancing, or if Gaara has ever picked up the skill either. Her other brother does know how to dance since he learned and practiced with his own puppets. Temari quickly banishes the memory of Kankurō slow dancing with his multi-armed puppet, Crow.
Hinata gives Matsuri a little nudge of encouragement. "We have a lot of shopping to do and very little time to get it done, and then get ready for tonight. Temari-san, please lead the way to whatever kimono shops that you think will have what she needs on such short notice."
Temari nods and then her smile widens almost evilly. "Good idea, she can't borrow anything of mine because the Kazekage might remember seeing me wear it before, and you will need what you have brought. I know of a really good place with a broad selection of kimonos and there is a good lingerie place next door."
Matsuri pulls her arms out of their grasp and crosses them across her chest. "Wait… wait… wait, why do we need to go to a lingerie shop? I just need something nice to wear to the party."
Hinata waves a hand dismissively as if the answer to the girl's question is obvious. "My sensei said that when one is in love it pays to be prepared for a spontaneous moment of romance." Wait, did she just admit to them that she has bought something sexy to wear for Naruto? Well hopefully they are too distracted to notice the obvious implications.
Temari wraps an arm around Matsuri and gives her a playful shake. "What she is delicately saying is that you don't want to get caught in a romantic moment wearing old raggedy undies. You could lose your chance to get some action with my little brother." She then stares sadly down at Matsuri's chest. "Besides, anything that Hinata or I have to loan you would be like putting a couple of goldfish in a bucket. They will just get lost in all of the room in which to swim, or we are going to need a lot of tissue paper for stuffing. Do you really want the Kazekage thinking that you stuff your bra?"
Hinata cannot believe how nonchalantly Temari can talk about physical relations between her brother, the Kazekage, and one of her subordinates. "Yes, first impressions can be very important." Hinata begins to nervously touch her fingers together. "Especially if it is your first time… to… you know." Her face turns a deep crimson when both of the other kunoichi's stop and look at her in surprise. Instead of curling up in shame, Hinata stiffens her posture proudly. "That's right, we haven't been together… sexually. Naruto-kun is respecting the requirements of my station within the Hyuga clan, and I am thankful for his patience."
Temari presses the side of her head against Matsuri's before shaking it side-to-side . "If you ask me I think by the way she just said that; Hyuga-san would like her boyfriend to have a little less patience and respect, for just one night."
Matsuri, happy to turn the focus away from herself, points at Hinata for a second before tapping her own lips in thought. "I think you are right, and by the way her brows furrowed in frustration I think the two of them have come close to tossing aside the Hyuga clan's purity protocols. I bet the trip out here was pure torture come nightfall."
Hinata gives the two kunoichi a silent mocking laugh before pointing over at Temari. "Speaking of frustrations would you mind fixing your sash before we go outside, Temari-san. I think we knocked on the door just before you got rid of your own pent up frustrations."
The three kunoici laugh as Temari fixes her outfit as they prepare to head into the the village's shopping district.