Temari

Early Tuesday morning I set my foot outside to meet up with Shikamaru and start our mission. However that lazyass wasn't there. I had to climb up to his flat and kick the door repeatedly until he finally opened them.

His loose hair was falling down at the sides of hilariously sleepy face, he wore no shirt or pants, only his underwear. He managed to look incredibly sexy while just being dragged out of his sweet slumber.

- I'm giving you 10 minutes. – I declared, and his expression became the visualization of the world "troublesome". – Don't give me that face, dumbass. It's not my fault you overslept.

- Actually, it is entirely your fault. – He grumbled. – I was having a hot dream with you in it before the real you started pounding my door. He managed to crack a flirty smile before wandering to the shower. I felt my face getting red for some reason. He had an erotic dream with me? Damn… Good to know I wasn't the only one having those.

While he showered I made some coffee and poured one for myself. We sat together, sipping silently. I wasn't a big morning talker and it seemed he felt the same and I was glad about it. I wanted to kiss him though, so just before leaving I did. After another 5 minutes we were finally outside.

We were planning to stay at some motels or hotels on the way, instead of sleeping in tents when travelling for a masquerade ball. Would be too weird, right? We both had backpacked everything we might need, our weapons sealed in scrolls, no ninja attire, only casual clothing. It was a 3 day trip awaiting and for some reason I was as excited as before going to Konoha.

It was a cold day. The wind was frantically blowing and the dark sky was changing it's face every minute. Bare trees were swinging in the wind as lone ghosts of summer liveliness. Besides the perishing weather the first day passed without any troubles. The roads nowadays were safe to travel, but today they were empty, probably due to the ugly weather. I missed Suna's wind. It was very different – dry and warm, when it blew, it blasted your skin with heat, not with cold.

I wrapped a scarf tighter around my neck, leaving one loose end hanging over my shoulder. Suddenly I felt a pull. It was Shikamaru, with my scarf in his hand. He pulled again, and I had to turn around to avoid suffocating. Then his lips found mine and his hands wrapped around me, pulling me close. The wind was howling around us as if protesting this demonstration, saying: "Stop. It's wrong. It's not the right time to be kissing." Oh but it was. It felt warm on the inside and outside and neither of us wanted to let go.

When we arrived at the motel in the evening, we were tired, cold, hungry. Our faces were frostbitten due to the wind and our lips were sore due to kissing in that wind. Shikamaru got us a single room, and after noticing my glare, he shrugged:

- What? If I have gotten us two rooms, I would have sneaked into your room anyway.

Well, that was frank.

- Getting us a single room will not make me have sex with you. – I crossed my hands, trying to guess his intentions.

Shikamaru raised his eyebrows:

- Was I implying I expect you to?

- Well… not exactly. But I'm having a hard time trying to figure you out recently.

- What is that supposed to mean? – he frowned. – Relax, Temari. If you don't trust me that badly I will sleep on the ground.

- It's not like that! – I turned around and headed to our room. I wanted to, shower, eat and rest. I felt tired and irritated, and couldn't help it.