This is more like "From Suna, With Love", but hey, whatever.
The heat of the hot desert sun quickly chased away the chill of the earlier night, its rays of light dancing over the barren landscape and the walls of the sturdy buildings in Suna, peeking through the gauzy curtains Temari had pulled over the windows and touching her face as if to prompt her awake.
She only stirred a bit at this annoyance, but what did bring her out of sleep was the lightest of touches on her bare back, like butterflies dancing over her skin.
She didn't jump up on the attack since she knew what is was, and she didn't jerk away or do anything to show she was lucid, instead she just stayed relaxed and kept her breathing shallow and even so not to scare him away.
It was one of the times Shikamaru had come to Suna for a mission and it had been all too easy and natural for them to head up to her room when the day was done and be together. It was like she had never left Konoha to go back to Suna and those months that they had been apart had never happened. It was seamless how easy it was to fall back into their relationship, and it was almost as if she hadn't been having doubts about what the distance might do to them recently.
It was terrifying how easily it made her want to just pack everything up and go to be with him in a more permanent situation.
She could feel his eyes studying her as his fingertips traced feather-light designs over her back, dark eyes that dissected and analyzed ever single minute detail of the world, and she was thankful that her face was turned away from him since she knew that those eyes would be able to see her every thought easily as if they were written across her face with black ink.
After a few more silent moments of this Shikamaru got up without a word and barely a sound other than the whisper of sheets, and he padded across the room to the bathroom, stopping to pick up his clothes.
A few minutes passed, only enough for him to get changed and brush his teeth, and then he was stepping back into the room and Temari finally opened her eyes to get one last look at him.
He hadn't shaved -probably had been too lazy to- and he was dressed back up in his floor wrinkled ninja gear. She didn't question why he was leaving or why he couldn't stay a bit longer, he had been on a mission -one he had probably taken just to see her, though he would ever admit it and she would never ask- and he had finished it so it was time to return home.
They didn't kiss or cry all over one another or say any of the sickeningly sweet things that other couples said. They didn't need to. They smirked at each other -she still laying naked on her stomach in bed, tussled from sleep, and he all shaggy and wrinkled standing there with one foot out of the door already- and that's all they needed to do to understand each other perfectly.
"You better not have tracked any dirt into the house last night." She threatened, lifting herself up onto her arms slightly. He turned away from her with a small sound of disgust and started towards the door.
"Tch. Whatever, you troublesome woman." He muttered, and with that he walked out of the door to head back home.
She smiled slightly at the closed door and then sighed, not ready yet to admit to herself that she already missed him. Turning her head she looked towards the side of the bed that he had occupied during the night and nearly jerked back in shock to see this little... thing sitting on top of the other pillow, resting in the slight indention that Shikamaru's head had made during the night.
After the shock passed Temari realized that the thing was actually a little stuffed deer, and if she looked close enough she swore that she could see the same lazy expression as Shikamaru in its little stitched on face. Noticing the little folded up slip of paper seated in front of it Temari picked it up and read the little five word note:
Couple holidays are so troublesome.
Laughing and able to blush just the tiniest bit in the privacy of her own bedroom Temari grabbed the soft toy and hugged it as a broad smile grew on her face. Burying her face into a pillow that smelt of the man that had only minutes ago left it, Temari held the deer close and understood that she was officially and royally screwed.
Didn't that bastard know how difficult it was going to be and how long it was going to take to get all of her things moved across the desert and through the forest to the leaf village?
I don't know where this idea came from, but I like it. And if you don't get the deer thing, it is the Nara clan's animal (apparently they take care of some, too).
I also just really wanted to give Temari a stuffed animal, and to do a cute (but trying not to be) Shikamaru moment.