Some ShikaTema for my peeps.

I was looking over the stories I've written and I noticed that I've written about their kids, I've written about him missing her and her not being there, but I haven't written about them, and they're my second favorite couple in Naruto! (NaruHina is first) So, here's some slightly smexy ShikaTema action.

A breeze blew in through the open window, dragging lazy chilled fingers over Temari's bare shoulders and feet. Grumbling, she tried to tuck herself into the blankets more so not to escape the solace of sleep, but the next frigid blast had her alert immediately. She stubbornly kept her eyes closed, refusing to open them until she was good and ready. Instead she opted to poke her lover's side, lips twitching at the annoyed grumble he gave to signal he was awake.

"Go close the window."

"You do it. You're closer." Temari snorted, feeling the way he was trying to keep sleep's embrace around him just as she was. But she was she and he was he, and she didn't want to get up, so he had to.

"And who's the one who opened it sneaking in here?"

"I wouldn't have to do that if you'd just come over to my place. There aren't any guards who will report my every movement to my homicidal brothers over there."

Her lips twitched. She had been considering going over to his place for some time now, but that would mean she would be giving him the home advantage where as if they were here, in her room, she had the upper hand.

And that was something she just didn't feel like giving up just yet.

So she kicked his leg, making him grumble and sigh as he went over to close the blasted window. Slowly cracking her eyes open she watched as the very naked and sexy Nara Shikamaru closed the window, giving her a very nice view of the goods. Propping herself up on her elbow, she waited for him to turn around, and when he did she couldn't help but grin. The sheet had slipped down to her waist, leaving her breasts bare for him to see, to worship.

She watched as his Adam's apple bobbed and as his arousal reacted, though he was quickly schooling his face back into his usual expression of boredom. He was getting better at hiding how much he was affected by her, though in his current undressed state he couldn't hide everything from her.

Wearing only a wicked grin she crooked her finger to beckon him over to her, eyes promising him so many things –wonderful and powerful things- that it would have been foolish to try and pretend he didn't want it, that he didn't want her. So he went to her and surrendered.

Afterward, as she lay beside him trying to catch her breath, feeling the tingle that could only come from power and release, she turned her head to look at the man –the only man- that had been sharing her bed the past year.

She had always been the dominant one, the one who set the rules and made the decisions. She had always, always, been in control. But she didn't really control anything in the relationship between the two of them, even if he complained endlessly about her having too much power.

The relationship between she and Shikamaru was different from anything she had ever had before. It was like the two of them were fighting a war, neither side really giving in, even though the few times they had it had blown both of their minds. They were both too hard headed, too set in their ways to even think about giving in completely to the other.

Most people probably thought the constant struggle for dominance was strange but Temari thought it was exactly what the two of them needed and liked. After all, it was pretty hot having someone challenging her instead of falling in line obediently at times, though the times he did follow her lead -like a few minutes before- left her with a sense of accomplishment that could only come from what they had together.

So maybe she'd start thinking about going to his place every now and then.

She flopped onto her stomach and snuggled into her pillow, curling her arms under it as she waited for Shikamaru to find the incentive to pull the sheet up over the both of them. It only took a few minutes and then he was settling in sleepily beside her, curling one muscular arm underneath the his pillow as he put the other arm around her waist, dragging her a little closer to him.

He was warm and strong, solid and steady and everything Temari had never known she wanted or needed. Shifting a little bit closer she turned her head towards the man at her side and took in his lax expression, the long and silky soft strands hair that spread over his pillow -a contrast to her coarser ones.

He was younger than her -a point she had used often in the past to get her point across- and though it galled her to admit it, smarter and more strategic. But she was proud to say she gave him challenges, ones that he couldn't get past by simply using clever words or games like he did with others. With her he had to really think, and she was proud to know that she was the only person this was true for.

She cared for him, she hoped that much was evident. She wouldn't call it love -to be the first to call it that would be like being the first to admit defeat- but she could admit to... feelings. She was gentler with him, kinder and showing him a softer side she had never -ever- showed to anyone before him, even if he did argue that she was just as prickly as ever with him.

"What?" He mumbled, unable to escape the prickling sensation of her staring at him even half asleep.

"I'm leaving for Suna in a few days." She whispered, lips twitching when he grunted, already knowing this for a fact.

It was difficult moving back and forth for "work", but she wouldn't trade her "work" or her actual job for anything. Not when she felt this every time she went back to Konoha.

But she had noticed something the past few visits. She had stopped referring to Suna as home and had even stopped thinking of it as such. Her lover was here in Konoha along with all of her friends and the feeling of home just seemed to settle over the village so perfectly.

She was settling in, and didn't give a damn.

She thought about the possibility of staying in the hidden leaf village for longer than a handful of weeks at a time, perhaps even staying here... indefinitely. Though before she made her decision she'd have to have a better reason than just sex.

"Shika?"

"Hmm?"

"Is your door going to be open tomorrow or will I have to play ninja and break in through the window?" She felt the arm around her waist tightened, bringing her fractionally closer to him.

"Troublesome woman, be quiet and go to sleep." His tone was irritated, but he didn't even bother to hide the smile that grew on his lips.