I'm back! And this time with a multi-chapter story. I still don't know how long it's gonna be but what I can tell you is that this story is already set in my mind from start to finish. I'm gonna take a break for Over 200 Possibilities. Although as I looked earlier at my stories I realized that I had taken about a 3 month break. Sorry about that. Anyways here's my attempt at another actual story and even more surprising to myself I rated it M! o.O I never really thought I'd be comfortable writing such a story but I feel that this one really needs to be done this way. I'm gonna try my best to bring out strong emotions and feels into this story. Well that's all for now and please read & review! Any comments are helpful whether they are good or bad they will really help me out on making this as best as I can!
His breathing is getting shallow and his thrusts weaker. Even if he is a man; sex was way too much work for his lethargic body. Shikamaru grabs at her waist and raises her body up so they can meet halfway. The sooner he reaches his climax the sooner he can get the sleep he has been craving more than anything. Even more so than the naked body that lies beneath him.
Slowly but surely he spills into her, or well rather into the condom that protects himself from binding himself with this woman more than he already has. Her sudden low moans of pleasure that erupt from her vocal chords are a good sign that he's hit the spot.
He slumps himself next to her and tiredly puts his arm over his eyes. Exhaustion reaches its limit as the darkness provided by his arm gives him comfort.
"You okay?" the soft voice of his girlfriend of two months now asks, worried laced in her voice.
Velvety hands remove his arm away from his face so that his brown eyes meet her green ones. Her eye color is so light it reminds him of the peel of a green apple.
"Yeah. Just tired." His raspy voice answers.
Fuyumi smiles sweetly at him and places her head to rest on his bare chest. She intertwines their fingers and places them on atop her breast where he can feel the thudding of her heartbeat.
It's only been about thirty minutes and Fuyumi's breathing has settled into a rhythm so he knows she's in deep sleep. He however despite feeling positively weary cannot fall asleep.
A hefty sigh leaves his lips as he takes a look at the woman next to him.
Her hair is a light chestnut colored brown and it falls down below her bosom. It's straight and slick; not to mention her now outgrown bangs hug her face. Next his eyes fall on her skin, it's smooth, white, and there were no scarring anywhere in sight. How could there have been though, she was not a ninja.
He's two years older than her. She's eighteen and he twenty. Like any other villager she made a living like a regular person, worked at her father's bakery shop. That was how they met. Before he had never set foot in that place, he had no need to. But his mother was so busy that one morning she sent him (forced him rather) to get her weekly dose of bread.
Her sweetness and attempt at a conversation did not go unnoticed. His mother had made it a habit to send him by weekly, saying she had other things to attend to. Really, he thought she just liked bossing him around.
After all she only started sending him out for errands once he moved out of her house and into his own. And even if he did grumble complains he did as she told, it was the least he could do. With his father gone and he no longer living under her roof he figured she was lonely. So despite the troublesome chores she gave him, he complied.
His mind snaps back to the cause of his troubles. Fuyumi was everything he had once asked for and planned. She was the opposite of his mother. Her voice was as soft as silk. She never raised her voice at him, never nagged him, never questioned him and never smacked him. The woman was untainted by the spilling of blood a ninja carried. She was normal. He wanted normal.
Shikamaru was so tired after the war. Seeing so much spilled blood had left him damaged. Working as a ninja though made him anything but ordinary. It was too late for his career. He had recently taken the position of the Hokage's advisor, and he couldn't change his mind; Naruto needed all the help he could get. And as if that wasn't enough he always got stuck working more than he liked. With the strategic company, the decoding team, S-rank missions, and the list could go on it was endless. It was what was expected of a genius.
So if there was anything he could keep control over, it was this.
And so he would, even if he had to live a lie.