Kankuro chuckled as he watched his sister sleeping on her bed, hugging her pillow close to her with a reddened face. "Temari if you were half as cute awake as you are asleep you'd have that Nara guy eating out the palm of your hand" he joked before Temari's eyes opened almost instantly after hearing him say that. "Kankuro, what did I say about watching me sleep?" she frowned at her brother before a pillow would meet Kankuro's face, courtesy of Temari throwing it at him.
"Gosh you're a creep. Where'd Gaara go?" she asked, flipping her hair as she looked at her brother holding the pillow she threw at him in his hand. "He went out on an errand so until he gets back I'm in charge" Kankuro answered. "So that means get outta bed and get washed up" he said before watching his sister grab her steel fan from by her bed. "What was that?" she glared at hi, watching him step back nervously holding his hands up defensively.
"I-I meant he said I was in charge but I turned it down" Kankuro quickly corrected himself, laughing nervously when Temari released her fan. "Good. Now get out so I can get my clothes and wash up" she told him, her brother leaving with no questions asked. "Honestly, he never changes" she told herself walking over to her closet before sliding the door open and grabbing a change of clothes. "You'd think he'd change for the holidays and act like he's got a brain. But I guess that's what you can expect with guys" she said as she walked into the bathroom and locked the door.
"And what the heck was he on about saying? Having someone eat out the palms of my hands?" she said before looking at her palm, her face burning crimson as she remembered the dream she had. "Wh-what am I thinking about? It's not like I like that lazy idiot!" she shouted, not aware that she was voicing her thoughts to the point she could be heard. "I gotta clear my head" she sighed before unwrapping the belt to her kimono and letting it fall to the floor, feeling the cool air hitting her bar body as she grabbed her towel and walked into the bath.
"I'm the Kazekage's sister. I can't be seen with someone like him" she thought to herself as she climbed into the bath tub, the warm refreshing water welcoming Temari as she sat down. "Why is it every time I think about him, my heart won't stop feeling like it's going to jump out of my chest?" she sighed, placing her hand over her chest before feeling how fast her heart was beating. "Am I starting to fall for him?" she wondered. "Well, it's not like he's a bad guy. At least he's smart and reliable" she smiled to herself before shaking her head.
"Wh-what am I saying? I can't be with him" she shook her head before sinking into the water. "How do I know if he likes me?". She sat up in the water and looked down at her breasts, deep in thought. "Guys typically prefer girls with bigger breasts right?" she wondered looking at her own, placing her hands over them before sighing. "I wonder if he's okay with having a girlfriend with smaller breasts?". She placed her hands under her chest and lifted each in her hand trying to get a feel for them. "I'm a C Cup. That's not…bad is it?" she asked herself.
"He doesn't seem like he minds when he's around me. But what if when we're alone he says something about them?" she wondered, her expression saddened at the thought of Shikamaru admitting he prefers girls with larger breasts. "But…what if he likes them smaller?" she wondered, her mood quickly picking back up. "But…what about…" she blushed, looking down at her parted legs and seeing the blonde patch of hair right above her nethers.
Gulping audibly, Temari moved her hand to where her eyes were looking before feeling the silky feeling of her pubic hair on her fingers. "D-do guys like hair…down there?" she wondered nervously. That was one of the places where Shikamaru, or and other guy for that matter, hadn't seen before, and the thought of having him tell her that he preferred girls to be shaved down there made her heart race. "But if I get rid of it, what do I do if he says that he prefers girls with hair?" she wondered, blinking nervously at the thought.
"M-maybe if I just shave some of it off, then it won't be so bad". Moments later Temari sat down on the wooden stool facing her body sized mirror. "Okay, if I shave a little off, then I don't have to worry about having him complain that he prefers girls with hair. And even if he says he doesn't like hair there, I can just shave it off!".
In Temari's mind…
"Shikamaru" Temari sang softly, her body only clothed by the bath towel hugging her feminine figure as she stepped out of the bath smiling at the young man, laying on the bed clad in only his boxers.
"Yeah?" Shikamaru answered before his eyes would nearly jump out of his skull.
"What do you think?" Temari asked him, holding her bath towel open and giving Shikamaru a full view of her bare naked body.
His eyes wider than dinner plates, the young man would soon find his nose leaking blood on comical levels as he fell back onto the bed, leaving Temari standing there with a victorious smirk on her face.
Gripping the razor in her hand, Temari smiled with determination as she looked at herself in the mirror. "Okay! If I can do this right he'll have no chance at resisting me!" she nodded assuringly to herself as she pressed the razor to her midriff and slowly began to shave down her blonde pubic hair, trying her best to make sure each move was done correctly.
Wiping her forehead, Temari looked down at the small patch of blonde hair resting just above her womanhood in triumph. "Perfect! Shikamaru Nara won't know what hit him!".
Elsewhere in the Nara Household, said young man found himself sneezing loudly as he rubbed his nose looking into space. "Good grief. Someone's talking about me" he sighed before yawning. "What a drag".