The kiss
Temari was fighting herself between the feeling of doing something wrong here and physical feeling of being… safe. Finally she relaxed and gave up to the pleasant sensation. She was getting warm, and Shikamaru was holding her close to him. She felt his strong hands around her, his fingers softly exploring her skin. The hair on his legs was tickling. With every breath he expelled to her neck she felt something wiggling in her stomach, and every small Shikamaru's movement made her tense up a little.
His hand was just below her breasts, his fingers were touching her skin. It felt almost electric.
Suddenly he asked:
- Feeling warm? Looks like you stopped shivering. – Shikamaru started talking to distract himself.
- Yes, much better… - Temari was glad he engaged a chat, so he couldn't hear her breathing getting uneven again.
- So how come I knew better what you needed than you did?
Shikamaru squeezed her tightly because she started struggling again, trying to hit him with her elbows. Soon he found tickling her resulted in a hysteric laugh/scream and crazy fighting. After a while they both fell down tired and laughing, this time facing each other.
They could feel that this is something more than just a friendship; they knew you don't do that with your buddies. This was so wrong but felt so right at the same time.
They laid like this for a while, staring to each other without saying a word. Then Shikamaru slowly placed one of his hands on her hip, ran it up towards the waist and then back again to her hip, grabbed it and pulled her closer. Now they were almost touching with their noses, both breathing deeply, as his hand traveled up to Temari's head. He softly caressed her cheek, brushed some hair behind hear ear, placed his hand on the back of her head and kissed her lips softly.
Temari felt like she's going to lose herself. She couldn't think again and all she cared about right now is a kiss. She returned it passionately, coming closer and hugging him back. She caressed his muscular back and arms, completely lost in a moment, feeling like she's drinking something she had never ever tried before but wanted it badly.
Shikamaru lead his hand down towards her legs, stroking them softly and suddenly dragging Temari's leg above his, making her gasp. He was kissing her neck and she couldn't hold back her moans. She felt his penis poking somewhere between her legs and that felt curiously good. In a little while his hand traveled towards her bra, trying to unclasp it, and of course, having some trouble.
Temari used these seconds to jump back to herself again. She knew what was coming next and it took her some serious inside debate to change her mind.
- No. – She almost moaned. – No. – The second one was a bit stronger.
Shikamaru stopped without saying anything, and hugged her closely. His lips found her lips again and kissed them deeply, slowly. Then they both sighed, at the same time. And started laughing.
They soon fell asleep in the same position they started this, both too tired to think about what just happened and what it all meant. Just before losing herself to sleep Temari cuddled deeper into Shikamaru's arms and though that maybe now she understands why every girl she knew wanted to find herself a boy. All this felt unexpectedly good.
The swim
In the morning, Shikamaru woke up alone. Soon he got out to look for Temari. He found her clothes and blood-soaked bandages lying on the ground next to the tent and her – swimming in the water. Shikamaru swallowed a gulp.
He admired the view from the river bank. He wouldn't have guessed someone from the desert knew how to swim so well. She looked like a beautiful blond mermaid with ocean deep eyes.
- Aren't you going to join me? – she invited teasingly.
- Naah. It's too cold. – Shikamaru cocked his head to the side, deciding to enjoy the picture of her beautiful round ass and long legs, emerging shortly from the water as she dived down.
Soon enough Temari got out of the water, looking self-confident as ever and not a tiny bit embarrassed about standing in front of a boy only in her underwear. Meanwhile Shikamaru was glimpsing at her wet body shyly, his faced flushed from the thoughts of wanting to strip her naked right now.
- I assume you're all healed up and feeling well? – he tried to come up with a conversation topic to distract himself.
He didn't quite succeed as he watched her slip into her clothes, that stuck to her wet skin closely.
- What exactly are you implying here? I feel fine! – her eyebrow twitched and Shikamaru knew instantly this is close to trouble.
- Er… nothing really. – He replied cautiously.
- Good then. Let's get moving. – She smirked and started packing up.
Not a single word was said about what happened in the tent. She was back to being bitter and he kept rolling his eyes to every witty comment she made. It looked like nothing has happened, but it sure didn't feel the same for neither of them. However, they both were good at hiding what they did not want to show.