Temari

- Excuse me. – He said casually, while placing his hands on my hips and slightly pushing me to the side so he can reach for some spices. The touch sent shivers up my spine and I tensed up and stopped breathing for a second.

This has been going on for all week. Whatever we have been doing together – teaching a lesson, eating, cooking, watching a movie, practicing some jutsu – these sly little touches, not really meaning anything, but meaning so much at the same time.

He didn't kiss me after what happened at the school last week; he didn't even try. He was sweet and friendly, but still teased me all the same. He was always close. Too close for me to feel comfortable. I could feel his breath on my neck, when he looked over my shoulder to check what I'm writing – I had to stop for a second as I felt some unexplainable weakness all over my chest, and it became difficult to breathe. Our shoulders touched when we sat down next to each other, seems accidentally – making me concentrate on that little patch of skin, that felt hypersensitive at that moment. Our hands accidentally brushed when we were going home from the school, at that made my heart tremble. Sometimes he would fix a strand of my hair, touching my neck gently, taking more time than necessary – the touch of his fingers induced some arousal waves down in my belly.

It was Thursday today and after 4 days of this I wanted to bury my nails in something and scratch it like a cat – I felt so tensed. Sexually tensed. Every touch induced some electricity that rippled through my whole body. And I could not stop staring at him. His broad shoulders, muscular arms, lean neck, small one-day beard on his chin. And the deep breath I took in every morning when I saw him, as he smelled simply too good.

After all of this, preparing dinner with him was a challenge. Every now and then he glanced at me and with that my heart jumped out of my chest and for a short time I forgot how to control myself but it was more than enough for Shikamaru to make a snappy comment and then make fun of me for being speechless.

Somehow, we finished cooking and ate the dinner; then as usual, we ended up on my sofa, watching a movie. I curled up into a little ball as far away from him as I could but it was in vain, as he moved closer and started playing with my hair.

- I can't believe your hair is so long already. – He caressed them gently, touching my neck and my back, and I tensed up instantly. I felt my skin going goose bumps and involuntarily I backed away from his touch, making him chuckle. – I know what you will think after what I will say now, but I'm not making fun. You're really tensed, is something wrong? – He was wrong that I would think something of it, because I already lost half of my ability to think. However, I knew Shikamaru was referring to the evening when I seduced him and left.

Suddenly I found myself sitting in front of Shikamaru, between his spread legs. He was saying something but I couldn't hear it over my loud frantic irrational thoughts. He slowly stroke my hair away from my back to my front and I cringed from the feeling of his fingers on my bare skin. His hands travelled to my shoulders and I froze, but it felt like there was a hurricane inside me, ripping me to pieces. His hands started moving, massaging my shoulders, my neck and my back, and my mind went blank. I saw tension, it was black, I heard static noise in my head that was somewhat muffled. I perceived what was happening through some thick ground glass and when I felt a kiss on the side of my neck and his hands on my waist and sliding towards my belly I wasn't able to say still. My body moved on its own and I wriggled in his arms, resting my back against his chest, my head reclined back on his shoulder, and I moaned silently. He placed a few more kisses on my neck and my brain resigned. My hands sank in his hair and I curved my body like a cat during a morning stretch, when his hands slooooowly travelled up from my belly to my breasts under my blouse. He squeezed them together, breathing loudly next to my ear and I only echoed his sigh as I felt a spasm of arousal somewhere inside me.

That was it. I turned around quickly and sat cradling him, again. I slit my hands around his face and stared into his dark chestnut eyes, breathing deeply. I needed this badly. I craved for it. My hormones took over the control, and I brushed my lips against his softly, bathing both of us in the sweet moment of erotic angst, the longing of the feeling of our joined mouths, the headsprings of passion. My lips leeched onto his mouth to start a heavy, wild, frantic kiss, interrupted by our deep husky breaths. The sound of him panting turned me on so badly I felt a literally painful sting in my pelvis, but I didn't have time to think about it as I felt my bra getting unclasped and flying to another side of the room together with my blouse.

He ran his hands over my breasts and his chest suddenly moved intensely as the air gushed fast into his lungs. He squeezed them, and his lips left my mouth and continued on my neck and eventually to my breasts, where he buried his face after a second. I felt the weirdest sensations all over my body; I was sweaty and hot, and wet between my legs; my insides seemed to be moving in spasm-like movements all the time; and it was hard to breathe, as if something was squeezing me from inside, smothering me. That something turned out to be passion, so strong I've never thought it was possible, paralyzing me and making me unable to do anything else but to give in to this heavenly feeling. Feeling of your body caressed and kissed by a man you've been craving for weeks, if not years unconsciously. I moaned as my nipple ended up between his teeth. I gathered the remnants of my brain in attempt to remove his T-shirt from his manly body. I ran my fingers up and down his chest, and his hands still couldn't leave mine.

Suddenly he stood up, holding me tightly, my legs around his waist, our lips joined again. We moved towards the bedroom and the unexpected fear of the unknown struck me, killing a big part of passion. Shikamaru threw me on the bed and crawled on top quickly, shoving his tongue in my mouth and clutching my breasts painfully. Surprisingly the pain felt explicitly arousing and I groaned involuntarily. His fingers slipped behind the waist of my jeans and he covered my belly in wet kisses. He pulled my pants down a little, trying to reach a bit more skin to kiss, but when his hands moved to the zipper, I freaked out.

- No, no, stop. Stop.

He blinked slowly and upon opening his eyes, his gaze was fixed right into mine, stabbing me inside. He licked his lips and kissed his way back up from my stomach to my mouth, not forgetting my breasts on his way. Then he kissed me sweetly, slowly, yet the passion was not gone anywhere. He held my head steady with his hand, pressed against his face, hovering directly above my half-naked body.

I covered my face with my hands, embarrassed and confused, not sure of the rights and wrongs of my actions and decisions. I felt stupid, behaving like a little girl even though I was supposed to be an adult woman. But all I knew I was afraid, too afraid of this intimacy.

Shikamaru laid on his back and sighed, then dragged me up next to him so I could rest my head on his chest. His fingers gently traced the outline of my breast, slightly tickling, and I could hear his fast heartbeat, when I decided I should tell him something.

- I… I haven' t done this before and…

- I know. – He interrupted. – Don't worry. I'll make it count.

I felt a piercing sting and gulped. His mere words inflicted lust in me back again and excited me. I raised my head in surprise of this new a bit cocky Shikamaru, and as an answer I got a passionate kiss on my lips, while he held my chin with his hand so I couldn't pull back.

- How did you know? – That came to be a surprise for me.

He raised an eyebrow.

- Don't get offended, but it's easy to tell.

- Okay… How long have you known?

- Since the first time I almost kissed you at school.

- !? – I raised my eyebrows in disbelief.

I decided to leave this thought for later and got up, planning to get dressed.

- Where do you think you're going and carrying that gorgeous body which you didn't even let me see?

I widened my eyes in surprise, again. I felt a bit uncomfortable being naked and realized this is so new to me, but so familiar to him. He acted absolutely normal, actually he was even more confident than usual, flirty and a little bit cocky. His hands cupped my breasts and pulled me closer to him again, causing me to shiver inside, again. I couldn't resist him anymore, I realized, as he kissed me again. Temari I knew was lost somewhere along the process, she was not here anymore. I was completely in his hands and will, and it felt… too good to resist.