This one is a bit shorter, but I couldn't think of what to add next. Oh well, I guess I'll have to put it into the next chapter. Enjoy
"Temari," Shikamaru called out, as he watched her try to vent out her frustration by pounding on the nearby wall. She sure is violent, he thought twitching one eye. He hoped she didn't think about venting it out on him. He loathed pain, and with his strategist mind, he usually was able to avoid it during battle.
Hearing his voice, brought back too many memories, and Temari straightened her back and stiffly turned around to face him. She stared straight at him, as if she could see directly into the very heart of him. And she probably could if her reaction was anything to go by.
"Why are you following me for?" She huffed in a tough and blunt voice, crossing her arms and acting as normal as she could. Temari did not have her fan with her, but Shikamaru believed that she would never leave something as important to her behind. She probably had it hidden somewhere or placed in a summoning scroll, like the ones Tenten always had with her.
"You couldn't figure it out on your own? Well I guess it is highly unusual for me to show enough effort to come after you," Shikamaru pondered lightly smiling a bit at her irritated expression, "I'm not one to rush into things, like Naruto or Kiba."
"I've noticed," Temari responded dryly, her voice lowering with a slight huskiness which made Shikamaru straight out blush with the smooth undertone of her voice that suggested a slight innuendo. His mind wrapped around it, and he grinned with the thoughts that went through his mind and some he hoped to start with in a matter of seconds.
"I missed you," Shikamaru deadpanned staring straight back into those gorgeous teal eyes of hers, and saw her eyes flicker for an instant before switching to an indifferent approach. But he had already seen the emotion and he caught on rather quickly. He walked straight toward her and cupped her jaw with both hands and leaned in. It wasn't in him to take control of things when there was another willing to lead, but this was worth it.
Temari's lips parted and he lazily closed in. He breathed directly on her mouth and Temari whimpered in her throat which was totally unlike her, but she was getting impatient and she voiced it by softly growling at him to hurry up and kiss her already.
Chuckling Shikamaru soothed Temari's rumpled feathers and brushed his lips with hers in gentle light kiss. He pulled back for a mere instance, but for the hungry look in his eyes, she figured he was as impatient as well.
"I am not good at expressing my emotions, but I do hope you know how I feel. I never felt this motivated before, or this intensity. It's as if you somehow were made for me," Shikamaru confessed, with an intense sharp look in his eyes while hers were feeling as if they were glazed over and unfocused, " I only wanted a simple type life. Average and uninteresting, but that all changed ever since fate thrown me you. I love you, even when you're trying to hit me with that fan of yours."
Temari had willed herself not to cry with happiness but when she heard those three life-changing little words, she froze for a moment and two and soon felt her eyes start to leak, "You're making it harder not to turn into a Crybaby myself. I love you as well, Shikamaru."
Hearing those words, made his heart thump in his chest, and he slanted his mouth over hers with a hungry ferociousness quite unlike him. How had he ever allowed her to go? Shikamaru longed for those words but he never realized the impact those could be. His dreams for requited love had been only fantasy but they were so much more when they became reality. He pushed all his emotions into his kiss, and somehow Temari had loosened his ties and dragged the strands of his hair into her grip as she yanked him even closer as their mouths battled with one another. Shikamaru slid his tongue inside the warmth of her mouth and challenged her tongue into a fiery blend of tastes. His pulse sped up and he dragged his mouth away from their heated embrace. Shikamaru's breaths came out as ragged gasps, and he felt the flames cool down.
Temari's skin felt alive with fire, as if it was so hot that she needed a cooling cloth to calm down her temperature. Her hair had been torn down from it's usual style, and fell around her shoulders like a blessed curtain. Temari's neck felt sweaty with perspiration and with the glance at Shikamaru, she knew he felt the same steamy way.
"I see you've made up with your differences," A deep gruff voice spoke out of nowhere. The couple jumped back from another with guilty looks on both their faces. They turned toward the voice, and noted that Gaara stood only a short distance away. He stared at them with expressionless eyes while his arms remained crossed. Gaara wore his usual Kazekage clothing, but without the traditional hat that went with it. And strangely enough he had found some way of keeping his gourd strapped to his back, without being able to see the actual straps.
"Where are they?" Temari sighed, her arms placed upon her hips as she waited for her younger sibling's explanation. And it didn't take long.
"The guards are already frantically searching for me. But they're bound to realize I simply escaped; after all they are of the elite," Gaara stated calmly, not bothering to offer apologies for his child-like behavior. He, after all was the Kazekage and didn't need to use apologies. But then on the other hand, he had never apologized except for that one time a long time ago. But obviously, Temari was not pleased with his reply and glared straight at him. He didn't care . . . Much.