This chapter was fun to write. ;) (NSFW - Rated M.) Edited and corrected a few mistakes.
It wasn't long before all of their clothing had been tossed aside in a jumbled pile.
She shivered, feeling the bare skin of her thighs upon his torso as she straddled him, drawing her lips across his collarbone and neck, remaining there to nibble up to his ear, silver studs, as always, in place.
He shifted beneath her, "Honestly, you're going to leave marks." He sighed, echoing her old complaints.
Temari grinned widely, "My exact objective."
"So troublesome." He said with some fondness. His eyes glinting at her in the warm darkness.
"Shikamaru." She whispered next to his ear, feeling suddenly, strangely shy. "I love you, too." She'd never really said it directly to him before, Temari realized. (Aside from a few times in jest, maybe.) But it was true. She loved him. In all of his deliberate, and often obnoxious, sluggishness and his no-nonsense quips and his quiet words. And in the ways he always let her win their battles and in his honest and sometimes strange innocence.
Arms settled around her, pulling her closer and she found herself in a tight embrace. And she relaxed into it, resting her head upon his chest.
Running a finger over his right bicep, Temari smiled. "Were you always this skinny?"
Shikamaru snorted, arms loosening, "Are you trying to ruin the moment?"
"Not at all." Temari, still wearing her smile, sat up to kiss him, lingering at his lips as he returned it, the two leisurely savoring each time their mouths and tongues met, each time growing more and more heated, pushing. She briefly bit at his lip.
His bare chest pressed against hers, an ache growing in her breasts until his hands swept down from where they'd been at her face, carefully brushing at them until she had to break from their kiss to gasp against his neck. Shikamaru continued, growing bolder, fingers moving as though he were solving a puzzle, answered by her increased gasps of pleasure. He smirked.
Deciding to return the favor, Temari pushed Shikamaru's arms to his sides, squeezing at his torso tightly with her thighs, running small kisses slowly down his chest and stomach, stopping just short of his navel. Her mouth curved up in a smile as he, similarly, struggled to regain his breath.
In truth, her own actions were surprising her. Temari hadn't really expected things to be escalating in such a… satisfying way. Sex wasn't something she'd had experience with - but she had a good knowledge of it, (aside from the standard lessons taught to new genin.) Having (merely out of curiosity) read plenty into it and having grown up listening in on the hushed stories of many other ninja. She suspected Shikamaru was much the same, given his cautious analysis of her. But he caught on quickly to her reactions and she was very much enjoying keeping up.
Very much.
She felt his hands at her waist, then, fingers nudging at her spine, across her abdomen… She found his eyes searching hers for some form of affirmation and she nodded quickly, stifling a moan through her sealed lips when his fingers found the apex of her thighs, smoothing over her sensitive skin, fingers at her wet entrance, and, soon, within. This time, she didn't bother with stifling another.
Through the sensations of pleasure, she found his own erect arousal, her hand working at it until he had to pause at his own ministrations of her, breathing hard. "Temari…" He exhaled sharply.
Temari moved forward, then, her hands clasping his own, now on each side of him, as she settled herself down onto him, another gasp escaping her throat as he suddenly pushed into her, filling her. It felt uncomfortable at first, but, once she had eased herself back down to his chest, meeting his hot kisses as she did, they settled into a steady, slick and easy rhythm. The heat grew within her, throbbing at her core, and they increased their speed. By now, they were both emitting soft noises of pleasure, panting with each movement. Matching pace for pace.
Their skin felt sticky, her legs pressing against his, each thrust driving her closer until she came, overwhelmed by each sensation, and he followed, holding her close as they sank from their climax in a daze, limbs now slack and entangled, gulping breaths of cooling air.
Gingerly, she settled next to him, pecking at his forehead and then his nose, running her fingers through his loose hair. He rested a hand at her cheek, meeting her eyes. "Temari… that was… something." He breathed, "You… wow."
"At a loss for words, I see." Temari laughed, twirling a finger into a strand of his black hair. She nudged closer and he bumped his forehead against hers, settling there.
"Why didn't we do this sooner?" She asked, pressing her nose against his.
Shikamaru kissed her lightly. "We really should've." He kissed her again. "You know, I really do love you. I… think you're pretty amazing." This time he kissed her deeply.
Temari blushed, drawing back after a moment. "I… You, too." She smacked his shoulder as he laughed, "I love you, I mean. And you're kind of amazing yourself."
The emotions within her stirred. She'd really never quite said anything to anyone in such a way. But it felt warm. And simple and beautiful. And she felt ridiculously, blissfully happy. She relaxed, letting her eyes close, listening to the even breathing of Shikamaru and herself. After a moment, she felt his wet cheek meet her own and she blinked, willing herself to not react.
"Oh. Don't…" Her own eyes were growing moist, "Don't go crying on me, now, Shikamaru. Or I'll start, too." She finished softly.
"I love you." He said again. "I love you, too." She answered, circling an arm about him.
And, soon, quietly, exhaustedly, they drifted into calm slumber.
The next morning she woke with her hair in a tangle, her heart lurching into a racing pace as she became aware of Shikamaru sleeping directly next to her.
After a moment of calming herself, she recalled the events of the night before and she sheepishly felt like slinking away under her covers.
She also noted that she didn't have much of a hangover at all and, in fact, felt a growing contentedness.
Just after she'd quickly showered, pulled on her clothing and combed some semblance of tidiness into her thick hair, tying it back into her four tails, a knock sounded from her main room and she rushed to answer the door.
A report, delivered by a genin messenger, notifying her that Maki and her team were still continuing with their work at the seal. (Temari felt some guilt at that, wishing she could assist more in some way.)
When she returned to her room, she found Shikamaru still asleep. So she prodded at his shin with a foot. None too gently.
He groaned, squinting blearily at her, then pulled the covers over his head.
"Oh, come on." Temari prodded at him again, "Maki is still out there with her team. We need to be ready in case they manage to get through."
"Alright, alright. Fine." He grumbled. "Although, uh," he sat up, drawing the covers close. "If you don't mind, I need to find my pants and stuff."
"Really?" Temari said flatly, "After seeing everything last night?"
"Fine then." He huffed and then stood, grabbing for his boxers and pants.
"Although," Temari couldn't help but grin, "In this light your butt is a lot cuter."
He went red and rushed off to her bathroom, muttering to himself about troublesome things.
She brewed up a pot of tea as he took his time, but he soon joined her and they quietly sipped at it, sitting on the floor at her table.
"I wish there were some quicker way to get through this storm." Temari finally said, breaking the silence.
Shikamaru scratched at his chin and Temari noticed a small amount of stubble coming in there. She vaguely hoped he wouldn't look too much like his father had when he grew older. She decided against teasing him about it, though.
"I agree." Shikamaru said. "I think, once this is all over, it might be a good idea to talk with Gaara about building and establishing better evacuation routes, too."
"We'll make sure it's brought up in the council." Temari nodded.
"After this is all over, I'll have to head home right away, too." Shikamaru said, frowning slightly.
"I know." Temari said. She leaned over and squeezed his hand and he squeezed it in return. "But I also know that you'll be back."
"I will be." He said with a smile. "Thank you… For everything, Temari." They kissed, then lingered there, kissing lazily. She sank, back flat upon the tatami, and he followed, lips still upon hers. As much as she would have liked to progress from there, she recalled there were far more pressing matters to attend to.
Reluctantly and gently, she shifted from beneath him, glancing at the table. "Come on. We've got a busy day ahead."
Shikamaru sighed ruefully, but nodded.
As they washed and put away the teapot and cups, (Temari had to push him a bit to help) Shikamaru took stock of the small kitchen. He seemed to be musing over something.
"Most of your water comes from storage systems and reservoirs, right?" He asked, brows furrowing.
Temari wondered what he might be getting at, but she nodded. "Some water towers, but mostly a good number of tanks. All of that comes from our wells and irrigation systems."
"Where are they located?" He asked.
"By the cliffs… why?" Temari replied.
"There might just possibly be a quick way to get through this after all." Shikamaru said.