a/n: it's like i'm no longer capable of writing smut. eh. this is the best i've got. pretty short. It is another alexz johnson song, but she renamed it "easy ain't sleazy" post epic-album, so I'm keeping the original title, which is just "Easy." yeah, just btw.

Easy

It didn't matter that she was with another man.

It didn't matter that she hadn't chosen him. He had never been the right choice to begin with.

All that mattered was that she wanted him. Maybe as much as he wanted her. Had for years now, or so she said, finger nails running down his scalp, biting into his skin and tugging, scratching and marking. Shikamaru was never one for frenzied kisses or wild sex. He enjoyed the slow build-up of love making, the excitement of patience and foreplay. He had never been the kind to enjoy quick passion. Why would he when the longer, golden version was so much more relieving?

But she wanted him.

And she was giving him this. And he had waited so long to take anything from her. So he took it.

Their lips weren't sliding together, but pushing and pulling. The kisses weren't awkward, their teeth only bumping out of the feverish quality of the act. His lips were wet, a line of moisture running from his mouth down his chin. Her hands were moving to his shoulders and over his back, standing up against the wall of her apartment.

Temari was groaning, low and dangerous into his mouth, her skin was hot where the pads of his fingers dug into her hips, slipped beneath her shirt.

He gripped her tightly, finger nails digging in as much as they could. Her tongue wove around his, wet and slimy and altogether erotic. She was pressing herself against him, body all lines and folded muscle.

He wondered how long she had wanted this. She seemed anxious enough.

Temari wasn't loose. She wasn't cheap and she certainly wasn't low. She wouldn't have pulled him up to her place if she didn't want it. He knew. Had she been wanton, he certainly could have had her ages ago. He'd made his attraction known half a decade before. But she was with someone else. She was with someone that wasn't him. He had told her his feelings, and she had refused. She'd said no, easy and straight.

Perhaps it was because she was with the other man first. Perhaps it was because the other man was older and from her home. Perhaps it was because she really was in love with him. Perhaps, Shikamaru just wasn't worth it.

And yet, there she had been, standing beside him on the street as he walked her home from the meeting, standing shoulder to shoulder and exchanging few words, and then suddenly-quite abruptly, really-reaching up and pulling him, unsuspecting, down.

It wasn't fair of her to kiss him. It wasn't fair of her to knot her hand into the hair at the base of his skull and slide their lips together. It wasn't fair of her to do this to him after all this time.

But it wasn't fair of him to go along with it.

It wasn't fair of him to reach around her and embrace the blunt kiss. It wasn't fair to walk the dozen steps to her apartment and attempt this brattish imitation of sex in her hallway.

Temari was pushing at his vest now, callused fingers reaching into his shirt from the collar, scratching and rubbing. He unwound his hands from hips and pushed off the vest before moving back to her body. Her mouth was still moving against his, hot and urgent.

But she stopped when his hand strayed down to momentarily cup her.

"Shikamaru," she managed haphazardly, "I—," she was shaking, and he stilled. The room silenced. Temari took a step away, heart pounding against her ribs and lips red. Her eyes ran over the floor before her. Her fists clenched together.

Regaining some sense, he spoke. "What are you doing, Temari?"

Her hands unclenched and then clenched over and over. She was still shaking. "Do you love her?"

He swallowed. "No."

"Did you really love me?" Her voice was small.

"I did." He said honestly. A pause. "I do."

She rubbed her eye. "I— I think… I want you." She took a step closer, hands raised and trembling. Her breath was uneven. She was confused. "I think about it all the time."

He didn't hesitate reaching for her again.

He wondered if it was possible to love two people at once. Perhaps she really did. Perhaps she did love Shikamaru. Maybe she was only with someone else because of wayward loyalty. Perhaps she hadn't made the right choice all those years ago. Maybe Shikamaru was the right choice.

But probably not.

"I love you." He managed. His whole body was hot, his toes curdled and sweat painted his hairline. He'd never wanted anything more in his life.

well.

anyway, I'm about done with this collection, so leave requests if there is anything you want to see before I finish it!

seriously though, I feel like I'm going to be out of ones soon. (p.s. more requests means more chapters!)

In regards.