Chapter 5: Who Wears the Pants

Shikamaru winced as he was thrown yet again into the tree behind him by the force of the wind directed at his chest. He was beginning to regret agreeing to leave his son with Kankuro and Gaara to come out here and train with Temari. It was late, he was tired, he had not seen his wife or child in weeks, and all he really wanted to do was sit quietly on the roof with the two of them and look at the stars while they caught up. Temari, however, had had other ideas, and insisted they spend time training despite the fact that it was already very late, darkness shrouding the village. The official nonsense that had accompanied her return to the village with her two brothers in tow had taken most of the day, and Shikamaru imagined that Temari must have been quite restless and ready to release some energy, though she did not fidget and indeed showed no sign of being jittery. Her attacks, however, spoke for themselves, as she unleashed wave after wave of pent up aggression on her husband in the form of brutal wind attacks.

"What's the matter, Shika-chan?" Temari laughed. All trace of her light and loving manner from earlier in the day was gone on the training field, and now, annoyed with how little of a fight he was giving her, she began to bait him. Shikamaru knew she was just trying to make him angry so he'd fight harder. That didn't make it any less irritating when she called him 'Shika-chan.'

"Temari, let's go home," he begged one more time, "it's late. I'm tired."

"You're not even trying!" she protested, as she swung her fan again. Shikamaru growled, trying to stand against the gale force winds being hurled at him.

"Temari," he warned, his voice taking on a dangerous tone, "I've had enough of this. You're being a drag, lets go home already."

Temari just grinned slyly. "But I'm having fun," she told him, her eyes glinting in the light from the few torches that cast long, flickering shadows across the training ground. She readied her fan for another attack.

Shikamaru narrowed his eyes. "So," he replied coolly, "you wanna play games do you?"

Temari laughed, and Shikamaru's lips twitched. She didn't think he was being serious. He would show her how serious he was. If Temari wanted him to play rough, then he would play rough. Snapping his hands into the familiar seal, he called out, "Ninja Art: Shadow Possession Jutsu!"

Temari's eyes flew open as she found herself suddenly immobile, trapped by Shikamaru's jutsu. Shikamaru gave a smug smile as he walked calmly forward, Temari coming to meet him in the middle of the training field in forced, jerky steps.

"Not fair," she spat, once she was standing in front of him. "We agreed."

Shikamaru smirked, "I know," he said, "I somehow remember you not pulverizing me with that fan of yours being a part of said agreement. You break your word," one hand gripped her chin, positioning her to receive his kiss. His tongue stroked over her bottom lip, asking for the entrance she denied him. One hand went suddenly to her left breast and tweaked the small nub at its tip, making her gasp against his mouth. He used the opportunity to force his way inside, his tongue exploring the interior of her mouth even as she struggled against the hold of his shadow.

"I break mine," he finished breathlessly when he finally released her mouth. Temari gave him a murderous glare. "I'm going to ask you one more time," Shikamaru panted against her mouth, "let's go home, alright?"

"Bite me!" Temari told him savagely. Shikamaru's eyes burned into hers with an intense passion.

"If you insist," he whispered huskily, before attacking her neck. He bit down lightly on the soft flesh, earning a breathy moan, then let his tongue slide over the brutal hickey. He kissed his way down to her shoulder, burying his face in the hollow of her throat. His lips slid back up her neck to trace the whorls of her ear.

She moaned again as his body pressed to hers, his hands gliding over her curves, and it was perhaps this second moan that encouraged him to release her. Even he wasn't sure whether it was in the heat of passion or a nod to his pride, but the moment he released the jutsu binding her he felt the hard edge of her fan connect with the side of his head. Dazed, he stopped and stumbled back a step, and in another second he was flat on his back on the ground with Temari on top of him.

"So you want to play, Shika-kun?" she purred, grinding her hips against his erection. Shikamaru growled his approval and reached for the sash that held her outfit together. Even as he pulled it from her waist she was tearing open his Jonin vest, ripping his shirt to expose his chest. He tugged at her neckline, pulling aside the cloth that covered her breasts. He leaned forward, trying to sit up to take one into his mouth, but almost immediately she pushed him back down, pressing her exposed breasts to his stomach as she leaned down to trace her tongue over his chest. In one long stroke she licked her way up the middle of his chest, tracing up his neck until her mouth met his again. The kiss this time was scorching, a fierce battle for dominance as his mouth moved against hers, even as she rocked her hips against his. His hands went around her back to trace up her spine, then suddenly they tightened. Temari gasped as he grabbed her sides and roughly thrust her sideways, reversing their positions so he was on top of her, one of his hands pinning her wrists above her head.

"A man should never lose to a woman," he panted against her mouth, even as she growled up at him, angry at being trapped under him. His free hand traced up the curve of her hip to cup her breast, before he leaned down to lick teasingly at the hard little nub of her nipple. Temari arched her back, struggling against his hold as he took the sensitive bud into his mouth, gently sucking and swirling his tongue around it. Temari squirmed, bucking her hips against his as he continued to tease her. She groaned as his hand went between their two bodies, gliding over her stomach to force her black garment open further. His hand found the small string that served as the hem of her panties and pulled down, exposing her to his skilled, clever fingers.

Temari gasped again as he slipped one finger inside her, slowly swirling it around her clit as he continued to torture the captured nipple. Shikamaru smiled against her breast as he felt her writhe under him, but the grin was almost immediately followed by a groan of pain as one of her knees found his groin. Hard. The pain made him loosen his grip on her wrists and she struggled free, placing her palms on his shoulders and pushing him off her roughly. Before he knew it she was straddling him again.

"Don't give me that bull, Shika-kun," she ordered, jerking down his pants and boxers. Grabbing his erection, she pumped him hard, "we both know you love it when I'm on top."

Shikamaru's only reply was to groan and reach up to grasp her head, pulling her down into his kiss. He pulled the ties from her hair, freeing it from its four ponytails and running his fingers through it in a caress that was as possessive as it was tender. She herself was already bare, and it only took her a moment to position him at her entrance. He let out a loud groan as she slid herself onto him, her hands on his hips pulling him in as deep as he could go.

The kiss was broken and Temari lifted her head. For a moment they just stared at each other, panting, eyes locked in a kind of silent exchange. What seemed an eternity passed as what seemed hours of conversation flashed between them in a second's time. Then Temari leaned down and pressed her lips, ever so gently, onto his.

Temari wasn't sure how he had done it, but somehow, when she broke the light kiss, Shikamaru was on top of her again. And she could see by the burning look in his eyes that the moment of tenderness had passed. Temari grinned mischievously up at him, before the first thrust erased the look and replaced it with one of pure ecstasy. Shikamaru was famous for his laziness, but if there was one thing he could expend energy on, it was the almost violent pounding of his hips onto hers. She gripped his sides with her calves, her hands going up to free his hair from its tight ponytail so that it hung down around his face. She wound her fingers through the dark strands and tugged, pulling his head backward, his expression a mixture of pleasure and pain. She used the opportunity to push him onto his back again, straddling him with her legs still gripping his sides. She rode him hard, letting out a steady stream of animalistic noises, and earning an equally steady stream of grunts and growls from him. She braced herself with her hands on either side of his head as she bucked her hips, forcing him deeper and deeper inside her.

"Temari!" Shikamaru panted, his eyes burning into hers. Then her hands went around his back as he forced his hands under him to lift himself up, locking his arms once he was in a sitting position with Temari seated in his lap. She leaned herself against his broad chest, her mouth going to his throat and teasing the exposed flesh their as the new position drove each thrust deeper. God, she was already so close . . . and then Shikamaru threw back his head and let out a strangled cry as Temari's released tightened her around him, all the little muscles inside her clenching him until he spilled his cum deep within her.

Shikamaru's arms gave way beneath him and he collapsed back onto the ground, Temari laying, drained, on top of him. It was a few moments before either of them could do anything besides pant, Temari against the skin of Shikamaru's neck. At last she pushed herself up on her arms, her palm braced on the ground on either side of his head. Shikamaru lay still, gazing back up at Temari.

"Let's go home," she whispered, pressing her lips lightly against his again.

Shikamaru let out a tired laugh. "I thought you'd never ask," he joked breathlessly.

Temari rolled off him and he pulled up his pant and boxers as she pulled the black cloth closed over her exposed breasts and retied the red sash. There was nothing to be done about his torn shirt, but he redid the vest over his bare chest and stood up, turning to where she still sat, her legs stretched out to one side, on the ground.

"Tired, Shika-kun?" she asked lazily, stretching.

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. "Are you?" he asked, and before she could say anything else he leaned down and lifted her into his arms bridal style.

Shikamaru didn't get five feet before she started thrashing about in his arms. "Hell no," she spat, wiggling out of his hold to stand unsteadily on her own two feet.

Shikamaru just shrugged, giving his wife an amused look. "Whatever pleases you, Temari-hime. I just thought you might be tired."

"And here I thought you would be tired," she teased, taking one of his arms and putting it around her neck as though to support him. Shikamaru just laughed, pulling her into his side and beginning the long walk home.