The celebration
Soon enough after their return Konoha celebrated its' foundation. There was a huge festival with a fair, amusement park, many other attractions, a concert and fireworks in the end.
All the day Shikamaru felt like he was chasing Temari. He would catch a glimpse of her here and there, but soon enough she was gone or Choji had dragged him towards the barbeque. After a while, he saw her in the amusement park, waiting in line with Ino, Sakura and Kankurou, arguing wildly about something with her brother. Shikamaru was making his way towards them but he was late, as all three got inside a carousel.
He felt somewhat stupid, as if Temari had thrown a bait and he took it so willingly. He was surprised by his own motivation to find her and drag her to some dark corner. However, by the end of the evening he almost gave up – he couldn't find her anywhere so he drank a beer with Choji, Naruto and Kiba and all the guys went outside for the fireworks. There were many people gathered in the main square and everybody looked really cheerful and happy, not like Shikamaru, who was disappointed about failing his plan to find his beautiful blonde and kiss her again. He lazily lifted his head up to the sky, the movement so natural and familiar to him, as the sky lit with the colors of the rainbow in shapes of blooming flowers. His hands were in his pockets, as usual, and suddenly he felt someone trying to pull his hand out of it. He turned his head to the side quizzically and saw the desert ninja next to him, staring up into the night sky, happy smirk on her face, her fingers between his. His brows unfrowned and a small smile crept up his face as he was watching Temari's soft expression instead of her usual hard face. He looked up to the sky again, squeezing her hand a little, and she answered with her other arm twining behind his neck, bending his head down to meet her passionate lips. Her tongue slid into Shikamaru's mouth and he let his hands wander around her waist, pulling her closer into the kiss. She had a hold of his ponytail and was in control of what's happening – so typical of her – he would think later. She stopped for a second to let out a deep sigh, filled with unsatiated passion, and dug her nails into his back. She pulled him closer, feeling his erection against her lower belly, and grunted silently, then went in for another kiss, not caring about the people surrounding them nor the fireworks, still coloring the night sky. However the next second she was gone. It seemed he held her so closely there was no way for her to slip away, but somehow she did, leaving Shikamaru turned on and flushed in the middle of the square, surrounded by the crowd, somewhat confused, but grinning widely.