Temari

I woke up with a slight headache and sat up in bed, trying to remember something important I knew I forgot. Then it hit me. Shikamaru. Carrying me to bed. Undressing me. I flushed and covered my face with my palms as if that would lift the feeling of embarrassment off of me. I knew today I would torture myself with wondering what he thinks of me after yesterday but I couldn't help it.

I slowly got up, went for a shower and tidied my flat. It was a mess and took longer than I planned. Later on I decided to go do some shopping – I didn't really have any clothes fit for partying – I brought only my uniforms and some comfy casual clothes. I head out to the center and after eating some ramen at Ichiraku's I set my foot into the street filled with clothes shops.

I bought myself a loose black semi-see-through shirt without sleeves and dark red tight pants. I got black suede heels with platform to go with the outfit. I also wandered into the lingerie shop, deciding to spoil myself a little more. I bought some matching black lingerie made almost entirely out of laces but lifting my breasts effectively whatsoever. I put my new shirt on top to see how it goes and I was more than happy with a result.

After making myself some dinner back at home I headed to the bathroom, trying to make something good out of my hair. They were thick, somewhat wavy and uncontrollable. After an hour long fight I gave up, applied some mousse and allowed them to go wherever they felt like going. I ended up with a bunch of fluffy blond mess on my head. I looked at myself in the mirror disapprovingly. Kankurou once told me this style suits me well, but I couldn't make myself see it anyhow. I put on some make-up and a red lipstick on my lips and headed to my bedroom to put on my clothes as I heard a knock on the door. Shikamaru promised to pick me up before heading to Ino and Choji's house for a preparty, so I shouted him to come in, not being able to come out of my room. I slid into my red pants and tucked the shirt inside it, pulling a little out to hang around my waist loosely. I grabbed my small black purse and put a lipstick, money and my phone inside. I put my heels on my feet, sprinkled some perfume on my neck and took a last look in the mirror. I was tall and had slim legs, my pants clung nicely to my ass, the semi-see-through blouse semi-covered my bra and its' contents and even the lace was visible. The red lipstick looked good on me and I smiled at myself, happy with the result. I lifted my head up, feeling the boost of confidence, and stepped out of the room to meet Shikamaru.

And he looked simply amazing. I lost my speech for a while and eyed him closely. He wore black suede shoes with brown lining and sole, cigarette style black jeans with a belt and some interesting buckle. Inside the pants he had tucked his black shirt, leaving two upper buttons undone. The sleeves of his shirt were tucked up to his mid-forearm. I took a silent gasp of air, amazed at how good he can look, but he didn't notice as he was eyeing me with a similar awe as well. I snapped out of it faster than he did and tilted my head to the side, with a smirk on my lips.

- Tell me when you're finished staring at me so we can go already. – I said mockingly, placing my hand on my hip.

- You look… dashing. – He said, ignoring my mockery and confusing me a little, as I did not expect a compliment.

- Emm… thanks... - I felt myself blushing. - Let's go now?

Shikamaru came back to his senses too and held the door open for me:

- After you. – He said with a small smile embellishing his mouth.