Shikamaru
My head was empty. My head is always empty after I visit Kurenai and Asa. I get conflicted feelings – I love the girl unconditionally but she's a live reminder of Asuma and looking at her is heartwarming and painful at the same time. I stared blankly in front of me, slowly shuffling my feet one in front of the other, my thoughts wandering in my past, when I realized I am not alone this time, and my companion was asking me something. I glanced at her – beautiful bright face, lit by artificial yellow light of the street lamp we were standing under. She was incredibly pretty even with annoyed expression on her face, eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed. Her lips were moving.
- …even listening?! – that was all I caught.
I stopped for a second to stare into her deep dark eyes. The next moment I leaped towards her, pressing my mouth onto hers. The kiss was needy, demanding, desperate. One of my hands held her head steady; another one pulled her closer to me. I wanted to feel her, her warmth, her body, her hands around my neck. She responded to my kiss with all the same ferocity, pushing herself against me until I was leaning into a fence. Kissing her, touching her, wanting her – I felt alive, and that was all I wanted to feel, I needed to feel.
We broke the kiss, our arms still entangled around each other, breathing heavily, staring into one another's eyes. She smiled amused and I felt as if my chest was being squeezed by some invisible force. I could not stay still and pressed my lips against hers and they joined once again, my hands gripped her body even tighter. I felt my arousal growing fast and I knew that in few seconds I would start undressing her in the middle of the street. She didn't seem to mind when my hands found their way under her clothes and the feeling of her bare skin under my fingers almost made me growl. Temari stood cradling one of my legs and pushed her leg against my erection, as if saying "I know what I am doing to you". Her hand rose to my chest, placing a palm on my breastplate. With a sigh, she slowly receded away from me, until my hands fell back to my sides from under her blouse. She looked me up from my feet to my eyes, her glare stopping at the bulge in my pants shortly; then she smiled again, her usual, wicked, sly smile. Turning her head, she started walking towards our apartments, slowly, not looking back, knowing that I will follow. And I did.
I couldn't understand what was it. Was it her looks, her body, her tough character? I could only guess. But she was what I wanted, who I wanted. And not in my bed – well of course I wanted her in my bed – but I mean, not only. I wanted her in my life. I knew she might make it a living hell but that's a low price to pay for how she makes me feel. She makes me forget, let go, and live the moment. I wondered if she knows. If she knows how precious she was becoming to me.