I was inspired today when we read Early in the Morning by Li-Young Lee. Beautiful poem (: It's short, but I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters
He watched as she took her hair out. The way it moved when it was down. A little past her shoulders, it reminded him of sand. The way the sand moves so gracefully along with the waves when they come in and go back out to sea. It was absolutely beautiful he thought.
He was the only one to ever see her with her hair down. No, they were not dating, not even close. But he knew what she was doing. In this way she was being very old fashioned. I guess you could say that she claimed him as hers by doing so. He wasn't stupid, he was a genius of course, so he knew what she was doing signified.
In the old days women would always wear their hair up. They never let it down except for their husbands. It was something that was only to be seen by them. In its own way I guess you could call it a sexual act. Some people may see it this way, but Shikamaru knew that when she did this, she wanted him to recognize her for it. It was a clever trick she was playing he had to admit.
She brushed through her hair carefully and hung her clothes by the fire for the night. She was taking her time getting her things together before heading off to bed for the night. She so desperately wanted him to do something. Make a move, or say something. She never showed these emotions directly. It was always in these subtle, indirect ways, that he still caught onto, that she showed her infatuation for him. She knew he knew it also, but they both were difficult with these particular things.
Shikamaru made his way toward his own tent, but before doing so, he stopped behind Temari and leaned down so his head was level with hers. He ran his fingers through her short, soft hair and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Her face was warm, he could feel it. "You look beautiful with your hair down." She blushed red, he stood and made his way inside his tent.