Temari

After having some time for myself I went up to Shikamaru's room to order some dinner only wearing my bathrobe. His eyes grew wide when he saw me upon opening his door, and I slipped inside before anyone else could see me.

- Are you my dinner? – He licked his lips. That reminded me of Zabuza. Creepy. And what are all these jokes about eating me? I don't find them too hilarious.

- No, therefore let's order something.

I picked up a booklet with a menu and started reading when I felt Shikamaru standing behind me. Except he wasn't interested in the menu but rather what I am hiding beneath the robe. His fingers were trying to slowly undo the knot of my bathrobe and I bit my lip, trying not to smile. Suddenly he grabbed the booklet out of my hands and threw it on the ground, turned me around and took a step closer, causing me to step back automatically. His hands were hanging by his sides, but his eyes showed me he's trying to restrain from doing something he really craves. He stared into my eyes, waiting to see something in them. But I only gave him a half smile as I heard his loud breathing. I couldn't believe he was so turned on just by seeing me in a bathrobe. Men are weird creatures. He took another step forward and I took another step back, but I felt my butt leaning against a table. Nowhere to run now. He came closer, his face hard like stone, a little smile fixed, but I could see he was fighting and I was curious what is he going to do.

His right hand rose up and he lifted my chin with one finger, while his left hand touched my waist. And a mere touch sent shivers down my spine and I suddenly felt my energy escaping me. He slowly lowered his head to the side of my face and I parted my lips. Now I was panting and sighing with every smallest movement of his hand. He moved it to the back of my head and my neck and then his lips touched mine lightly. I let out a restrained breath and a quick gasp of air followed. It was so painful to wait I couldn't take it anymore myself. My hands wrapped around his shoulders and I pulled him closer so our bodies nestled against each other. Then, finally, he opened his mouth and gaped mine hungrily, pressing me hard against him. He sat me on the table, ramming his member between my legs hard and I moaned from the feeling. His lips were demanding more and more and his tongue danced in my mouth. It was hard to breathe but it was not air I needed, it was him.

My bathrobe fell down from my shoulders and he stopped for a second, surprised to see my swimming suit – I was planning to visit hot baths after the dinner. He kissed my neck and I shivered from his touch when his hands slowly caressed my breasts. I leaned back on my elbows, providing him with more skin to explore, panting loudly, my irrational thoughts anxiously focusing on the two bodies close to each other. Shikamaru ran his hand down my body from my neck, between my breasts and towards the stomach, staring into my eyes cautiously. His fingers slowly descended over the fabric of my swimming suit panties, and he looked at me inspecting my reactions while I looked at him, inspecting his. His face was flushed and I could see small sweat droplets on his forehead. He was breathing deeply yet unevenly, and his other hand was on my thigh, holding it firmly. He gently stroked me right between my legs and I gasped while he clenched his teeth, feeling my wetness already seeping through the fabric. Shikamaru grabbed my waist and pulled me up to for another kiss. He attacked my lips savagely and I couldn't help but answer all the same. After another second I realized the top part of my swimming suit is gone and I somehow woke up and pushed him away. Familiar feeling of fear came back, and it paralyzed my mind. I fixed my swimming suit, put my bathrobe back on and went outside to the balcony to cool down a little.

Shikamaru followed soon enough and hugged me from the back closely, one of his hands around my shoulders, another one on my waist. He embraced me tightly and whispered to my ear:

- What are you so afraid of?

I shook his hands off and took a step away, turning back to see his confused expression. It wasn't annoyance, it was a sheer confusion. He didn't look mad or displeased, but my brows were already furrowed, my mind came up with it's own idea about the situation. I shook my head in disappointment:

- You're just like the others! – And I stormed out towards the door.