Day Three: Entice

He knew she was staring. No matter how covertly she thinks she's doing it. There was something in the very cells of his body that hummed just so when it was her eyes lingering on his form.

It was the first time he let his hair down since he caught her destroying his hair ties. He knew its effect. And he was willing to exploit it ruthlessly. Since he knew she wouldn't be able to resist.

He pretended not to notice when she took a few steps so that she would be standing right next to his seated form. He continued to ignore her even when she cleared her throat for his attention. He could feel her bristling. He grinned to himself.

Any moment now.

She smacked away the scroll he was holding and promptly straddled him. He looked at her, unimpressed but secretly thrilled. Moaning, she ran her hands through his flowing locks.

"Damn you, Nara, playing me like this." Desire burned bright in her teal eyes. As if she wanted to devour him whole. And lick the remains on her unrepentant fingers.

He finally allowed himself to display a smirk. This situation was developing just as he calculated it would.

Her eyes narrowed. And instantly knew that he was reading into this with a couple hundred steps in advance. Well, she wasn't having it. He wasn't the only strategist in the vicinity.

Gripping his hair in one hand, she smashed her lips against his. Kissed him thoroughly, barely allowed him any time for breathing. Every time she would break, she'd perhaps only allow him one inhalation until she went for more. And so on. Until he was gripping her hips hard from desperation and need.

That is, he looked to be that way. Because he was giving her what she wanted from him. And he enjoyed delivering the feint.

He suddenly stood and held her up easily. Walking to the door while still kissing, he fumbled for the knob, managed to turn it and swung the door open. He then let her legs slide down while he took the kissing to aggressively sensational heights.

Temari felt her toes curling in delight. Good lord, the things only he could make her feel...

That was until he abruptly pulled away and said breathlessly, "You have to go. I need to work. You're distracting me." Then he shut the door in her face.

In utter disbelief, she just stared at the door for a few seconds. Then she nearly ripped the door by the hinges as she made her way inside. "You jerk! You're an absolute asshole, you know!" she screamed as she jabbed her finger on his chest. "Like I'll let you throw me out."

She grabbed his shirtfront and threw him onto his desk. Before she could advance onto him completely, he stretched out his hands towards her as if to ward her off. Which just made her increasingly furious.

She gripped his wrists, pinning them down to his sides. Tearing his shirt open and ignoring his reprimand, she rained soft kisses from his collarbone all the way to his belly button. Then with a finger hooked into the waistband of his trousers, she looked at his lust-filled face with hooded eyes and asked in that irresistible alto, "Should I stop?"

"Hell no," he croaked.

She suddenly gripped his chin and treated him to a hell of a kiss. Breaking away, she said with a smirk, "Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?" Then she walked through the door and slammed it shut.

He let out a bark of laughter. Damn troublesome woman really hated losing.

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Arriving back at his apartment, he opened the door to find a half-dressed blonde kunoichi flying at him. Clutching at his arms, Temari urgently spoke, "Help me find my mother's locket."

Disconcerted by the desperation in her eyes and tone of voice, he momentarily forgot her state of dress and said, "Your mother's locket? I didn't know you carried that around with you. I didn't even know there was a locket of any sort."

"Well there is. And the most likely place I misplaced it is here in your apartment. Now, help me, or my brothers will kill me for losing it."

"Before that, care to explain why you're only dressed in my shirt?" A shirt that only came to the top of her thighs, for that matter. It made her skin look more supple somehow. And the whole visual effect of it resulted in a lusciously mellow Temari.

"Seriously? I've got an emergency right now and that's what you ask? It's comfortable and convenient, happy now?" Temari answered him impatiently, crossing her arms under her chest which caused the shirt to ride up slightly.

Troublesome, distracting woman, he thought, trying to keep his gaze on her face which looked about to erupt in fury.

"Okay, fine. Where do you remember last seeing it?" Shikamaru asked logically.

"I don't know!" Temari responded in exasperation, throwing her hands up in the air. "My plan was just to look all over this place until we find it."

He almost groaned at the thought of that tiresome task but stopped at her pointed look which stated 'Whine and I will end you'.

He mentally bid a goodbye to a restful evening.

Just then, right in front of him, Temari dropped to her knees in front of the couch and lowered her upper body to look under it. Shikamaru almost choked on his own saliva, seeing as how the shirt came to rest right under the cheeks of her buttocks. And the way she wiggled about, searching for the forsaken item.

He wondered how long he was going to last.

Tearing his eyes forcefully from the delicious sight, he started to systematically clear things on each available furniture present in his living room. All the while taking peeks at her from time to time.

Concentration etched into her facial features as she moved fluidly from one place to another. The shirt alternated between forming about and flowing away from her body. But as time wore on, sweat, glorious sweat, matted her hair to her face and the shirt lightly sticking to her torso.

It was getting harder to focus on helping her find her locket than helping her do something about that shirt.

Curiously, he watched as she went over to the bookcase, dragging a low stool with her. After inspecting the lower levels, she stepped onto the stool and stretched her right arm high, moving books about, feeling into the spaces between. And as expected, the right side of the shirt rode up, this time baring a hint of lacy underwear.

He almost dropped what he was holding. When in the world did she start wearing lacy underwear? The idea was completely mind-boggling. Was it not enough that she was wearing his shirt like a queen?

He was barely aware of himself as he crossed the distance between them. Ignoring her startled gasp, he deftly turned her about and pinned her against the bookcase. The stool just about evened their heights so that they were both looking straight at each other in the face.

"You—when did you start wearing that?" Shikamaru asked roughly.

"Wearing what?" The confusion was apparent in her face.

"Don't toy with me, woman," Shikamaru retorted. His hand sneaked under the shirt to palm the side of her hip where her underwear was. "This, when did you start wearing stuff like this?"

Hiding the shiver that resulted from his intent glare and his deliberately light touch, she replied defensively, "Am I prohibited from wearing it?"

"Yes, dammit! At least when I'm not around, you won't."

She raised her eyebrow at his high-handedness. "You're being curiously dim-witted. You do realize that I don't go around baring myself to just anyone."

"Dammit woman, for once, just listen to me!" And to silence her, he pressed his mouth to hers heatedly.

Pulling back a bit after a while, Temari murmured, "I'm amazed how long you held out."

"Huh?" Then the sinking feeling of having been tricked settled into him. "You- There was never a locket."

"Oh no, there is. But it's perfectly nestled in a safe at home in Suna," Temari said impishly, trying to hold back a giggle at his dumbfounded expression.

"You were trying to get back at me for this morning. Wasn't it enough that you left me with a raging hard on?" he grumbled.

"Of course not. Not nearly," Temari purred.

He growled, "Bed. Now."

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Fifteen years later.

A teenage Shikadai came home after a week-long mission. He was drained. He longed to head straight to the comfort of his bed and just sleep for days.

But as he reached for the doorknob of the front of the house, he heard his father raise his voice, "Troublesome woman. Bed. Now." Then he heard his mother's hearty, teasing laughter.

He blanched. Why, oh why, did his parents still act like hormonal teenagers? It was completely embarrassing. Didn't they ever think how this would reflect on their only son? Granted they didn't know he was there, but still. Wasn't there an age limit for that activity?

Against his better judgement, he took a peek inside through the window. His father had his mother caged against the bookcase. He quickly looked away, his cheeks burning.

Hearing his mother moan his father's name, his brain kicked into gear as he swiftly turned around and ran for Inojin's home despite the miserable aches in his body. His face was slightly green.

Next time, he was definitely sending his parents a note informing them of his arrival before coming home.

A/N: Hey guys, hope you haven't tired of me yet. Haha.

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