Temari of the Sand was always right, no matter how hard he tried to prove her wrong.
The sky clear, the clouds thin and stretched wide across the sea of light blue. A day meant to relax, meant for laziness and calm contemplation about life's mysteries, meant to be peaceful. Summer days in Konoha were simple and easy, however, the woman seated across from Shikamaru was anything but.
They called her the cruelest among all the kunoichi.
Temari of the Sand.
She truly was the most vicious woman he had ever met, in battle and in life, troublesome all around really. Since the cunnin exams eight years ago, since the moment she saved him, since the moment he aided her, since the war ending a few years back. All the events that he had gone through and she had always remained just the same, a constant in his life, someone he knew would never change.
Confident and stubborn, demanding and mean at times, proud and humble, blunt yet understanding, beautiful as she was terrifying, her cruel nature leaving a bad taste in the mouths of her enemies, leaving his mouth dry and thoughts blank at the moment.
All he could really do was stare back at her.
Gleaming teals turned towards the pond, both taking a break from their diplomatic duties and having lunch in his tatami room, the hot summer day calling for silent relaxation and sweet treats she insisted on.
Popsicles.
Seated on her knees and leaning against her palm elbow resting on the floor table between them, looking thoughtful, innocent really, how dirty it felt from his viewpoint.
Her mouth occupied, the tip of a orange flavored popsicle caught between her lips, sucking the cool treat in her mouth, unable to look away, his eyes trained to it as she pulled the treat out slowly and swiped a tongue around her wet lips before speaking.
"Do you think it'll rain?" The sudden boom of her voice in the quiet room stirred him, forcing a reponce, the first word that could form as he forcefully openend his mouth, stopped from staring any longer.
"What?" He blinked, still dazed, and glanced away, glaring at the dripping red popsicle in his hand, the treat forgotten when he began his unexpected observation.
"Rain, Nara" her gaze still set outside, the tip of her tongue peeking out to lick the end of her popsicle "do you think it'll rain today?" She repeated, a hint of annoyance lacing her voice for having to repeat herself, but keeping curious.
"Summer showers are common in Konoha" he managed, glancing toward the sky to follow her train of thought, three clouds, thin and fleeting, hoping it would distract him, distract the blood rushing below "but the sky looks clear, so it probably won't"
"I know it looks clear, but it feels like it'll rain" she insisted stubbornly.
"If you say so" he shrugged, biting the tip of the red treat, hoping the pain of the cold against his teeth would aid in keeping his focus away from her, but as always the woman was cruel to him.
Pressing against the table she tilted the end of the popsicle towards him, teals forcing him to glance her way, first the tip of the popsicle catching his attention, then the quick glance to her chest leaning towards him, sun kissed breast pushed up by her folded arm and shuddering under her words.
"I know it'll rain" firm in her statement, his eyes dropping to the table next as the melted drip from the popsicle fell off the tip to it "the wind says so" she added smuggly, all knowing, her expression falling to a frowning pout when he scoffed, the few stray clouds he had observed in the clear sky didn't convince him, and neither was she with her declaration "Don't believe me?"
"Every little breeze speaks to you, makes you sound crazy, woman" his eyes rolled, glancing away from her, returning to his own popsicle, a distraction, more blood rushing elsewhere.
"You would think with rain approaching" he sighed as she continued with her theory, stubborn as always to prove him wrong "it would be less hot though"
"How can you say it's hot here, you're from the desert, Temari" he muttered, licking at his own treat, the taste of cherry satisfying enough, her lips on the tip again, pulling away to speak, he almost pleaded with her to lick the other end, to keep the next droplet from sliding down her hand.
Too late.
"The air is dry in the desert, Shikamaru" she scoffed, a brush of annoyance turned to him, pointing the tip of the popsicle towards him again, another drip to the table, he glared at it "here it's humid, makes it feel hotter than it is" with a huff, brushing a hand against her damp forehead, she wiped away the bead of sweat that threatened her tanned skin, melting as her popsicle did.
Watching the way she finally took notice of her dirtied hand and causally raised it to her lips sliding her tongue from her wrist to her thumb, long and wide, innocently cleaning the mess, creating chaotic thoughts that began to tangle in his mind, creating more discomfort in him.
The blood truly had began to drain from his brain.
"It's not that bad" he mumbled, shoulders tense and forcing with gaze to the floor, a quick glance at the bulge pressed against his pants, a traitor to his normal indifference to life.
"Let me try yours?" Her question asked as she leaned on the table again, full focus on him.
"Try what?" Another mumble, distracted in keeping a arm draped over his lap, another bite to the popsicle.
"The flavor you have, genius" she stated as if it was obvious.
"Fine" he sighed and glanced back as he went to hand over the popsicle, to let her grab and try it. That was the plan at least. The gesture only meant to be a curious taste, to have her try it, but his breathing stilled, dark eyes caught in a trap suddenly as her teals shut and she leaned across the table towards him, not grabbing it as he had initially thought, mind blank from finding a way to escape the attack.
Pink lips parted and her tongue slid out to take the tip of the red popsicle in her mouth, he swallowed, his hard on twitched, watching her take half the sweet treat in her mouth and sliding away slower than she had started with, caught between looking at her mouth and her eyes as she opened them subtly to watch his reaction. With her attack finished, she leaned back, seating as she had been, drawing a tongue out to swipe at her bottom lip and smack her lips loudly.
"Not bad" she shrugged glancing back at the pond outside, indifferent to his tastes, seemingly not noticing the way his eyes widened and mouth threatened to hang open.
Looking away, slouched forward now, thanking the gods that a table stood between them, he only gave her a short nod in response, speechless, mind threatening to burst with the memory. Using the brief silence to attempt to keep the blood from rushing anywhere but his groin, praying hopelessly that she would not notice his discomfort.
His prayers went unanswered.
Her lips curled slowly, a smug smirk growing, he hated the gesture at the moment, hated the way she knew without him even speaking, the heat on his face only burning more as he looked anywhere but her.
"Shikamaru, look at me" he didn't, tensed and forcing the glare to remain on the tatami mat on the floor "do I have to repeat myself?"
"What?" He grumbled, peeling his eyes away from the floor to look back. Cruel he thought instantly, the way the amusement played on her gaze as she spoke.
"Wanna taste mine next?" He blinked, eyes set to hers, nodding as he obeyed the hidden meaning behind the teals, waiting with her hand outstretched, another drop from the melted treat falling on the table, he didn't notice it this time. Leaning forward, hesitant, nervous, the grin on her face threatening to spread as he leaned in to lick the end, orange, avoiding her knowing look as he pulled back to sit "there" she hummed sweetly, his eyes turning to glare at the table between them "feel better now that you've had a taste?"
"No" he mumbled, glaring harder into the table.
"Not satisfied?" She mocked concern.
"No" another mumble, his shoulders tensed as she continued.
"Want me to take care of it?" the tease meant to be innocent, but he knew the meaning behind it.
"Yes" he sighed, giving in.
"Yes, what?" Never ending with this one.
"Do we have to do this every time?" He groaned, snapping his irritated look back to her smug one.
"You love it when I tell you what to do" with her truth spoken, her treat abandoned on the table next to his, both with a new goal in mind, a game, a smirk following her as she rose from her side. Light in her steps as she moved around towards him, his gaze following the sway of her confident walk. Dressed in her short sleeved yukata, the tessen resting at the tatami room doors, the red sash around her waist his new focus.
His relief in sight, but knowing it wasn't going to be an easy endeavor, she never made anything easy, always challenging him to do more work than needed, cruel he reminded himself. A battle beginning the moment he reached a hand for the slit of her yukata, the opening revealing the skin of her tanned leg, a move that had worked a few times, this time failing as she tutted and took a step back, leaving him reaching for air.
"Gotta work for it, Nara" cruel, was all he could muster on his thoughts.
"You can't tease me like this and then expect me to wait" he tilted his head down with a groan, frustrated enough, a troublesome challenge seemed to be her mood for the day.
"Oh but I can and I will make you wait" Temari threatened happily, dangerous, cruel he called it ages ago, his member twitched excitedly at the next words, a traitor to his irritation "vest off" he sighed, but did as told, unzipping his jounin vest and shrugging it off to the side, looking up to await the next command past her self satisfied smirk, reached for her red sash and untying it for him as she gave her orders "shirt" he obeyed "keep the pants on for now, don't want you getting too excited and messing up our little game" his glare darkened, member twitching impatiently, pure torture as her teals took in his lean body before her, she dropped the red sash to her side, keeping the yukata closed with a hand "Want a taste?"
"Yes" he gazed at the goddess above, ready to obey as soon as she stepped closer to him.
"Yes, what?" Speaking each letter, claws that clung to his attention.
"Yes, please" he tried to ignore the way his mouth watered, forcing a swallow down when she finally allowed him.
"Then come and have a taste" the permission given, she loosened her grip, the short sleeved yukata slipped open and fell back onto the floor, revealing herself to him.
A sight for only him, he sighed deeply, her body carved by sculptures, their muse, a goddess in mortal form.
Taking in every curve, scar, and dimple of the masterpiece before him, starting below and working up.
The bend of her tanned leg, slight but purposeful, a scar just peeking from the side of her thigh, he remember that joint mission, pausing at the black underwear covering a taste of the divine, craving to bury himself inside her and stay there for the rest of his mortal life, a second taken to enjoy the view, before he forced his gaze up.
Past the toned abdomen, another scar at her ribs, a longing look at the breasts that hung off her, his mouth slack, lips closed, remembering the feel of the hardened nipples against his tongue, the way they would perfectly fit in his hands, before he worked harder than every to look up.
Her eyes, deep, commanding, a shade of teal, a color so unique and intriguing that he had never seen it anywhere in the world but in her. She was an altar and he was ready to worship the goddess before him.
He was simply a willing sacrifice happy to suffer what little mercy she offered him.
Sitting up to kneel before her, to look into those eyes, he reached, this time his touch welcomed as he moved a clammy nervous hand to her thigh, warm and hot skin making him catch his breath briefly, as if he had touched fire and needed a moment to adjust to the heat.
"Take them off" the next command and he let his hand drag up her thigh, his other following to her underwear, keeping his touch firm enough to be noticed.
His gaze kept on hers the entire time, waiting for a slip in her patient look down, the sheer confidence emanating off her like a glow, unbreakable. Hooking his hands against her hips, leaning closer, he gripped the edges of the panties and tugged down slowly, brushing against the skin softly, purposefully knowing her breath would catch at the tender touch, and it did, just a short pause in her breathing. He tried not to smirk knowingly, keeping indifferent, keeping submissive for her, as he dragged them down her legs and moved to kneel again, to await her holy words.
"Have a taste" with her approval given, hands already dragging up her thighs to keep himself grounded, he placed a kiss to her thigh and worked his way up to her slit, the perfect view right before his eyes, they shut and he leaned forward with the tip of his tongue, eager to taste, eager to please, eager to peek up at her as he licked the sensitive clit and see her head tilt and teals shut briefly at the first touch. A hand to his head, her touch noticed and he let himself savor the few strokes she allowed, the whisper of a moan telling him it was time. With a reluctant pull back when she spoke "You ready?" he nodded and offered his hand out to guide her before him, to have her lay down, still a princess he held much respect for, reminded though that she was also still a cruel woman under her royal facade, a terrifying temptation he would risk life and death for.
Laid on her back, her amusement to his awed look evening out as she waited, his intense observation, his admiration keeping her patient for a moment, savoring in his love struck look. He kneeled before her, dragging his hands up her legs to her knees and daring a single hand to stroke a finger against her slippery slit, one touch, a sharp inhale following, his disobedience punished with a warning glare, but mostly remaining at her command, feeling too confident in his high ground position, too hungry at the sight.
"What's next?" Asking as he teased at the wet entrance, finger stroking her outer lips, tips coming back glistening.
"Two fingers, Nara" his gaze set to hers, eyes sharp like kunai, Shikamaru nodded.
"As the princess wishes" she tried not to smile, her amusement at the statement quickly pushed down with a hiss of a breath as he slipped into her, a relaxed moan following, two fingers as ordered, a middle and ring finger, deep against her warm walls, wet already, just curling his fingertips as the ends as he dragged them out, the first hit doing what he knew it would, rendering her speechless.
Always short lived.
"Don't go slow lazy ass" she groaned, his pace taking to teasing, dragging in and out against the walls of her pussy, her needs wanting to be met sooner rather than later.
"You sure you can handle it?" challenging the stubborn woman below him to keep at her dominance, keep at the game. His breath caught under the darken of the glare pointed at him, a threat for trying, new plan being formed.
"Use that tongue for something other than talking back" at the remark, he grinned, mouth watering instantly, a taste he enjoyed more than the popsicle that started the fight.
"As you wish, Princess" he obeyed with a eager glint in his eyes, he pulled his fingers out and stilled when she spoke before he could move into position.
"Wait" he paused at the tone and looked back to her, the smug look, her smirk set in place "lick your fingers first" he didn't bother with hesitating, fingers at his lips as they parted and took them in, the first true taste of her, he hummed against them as he pulled his fingers out, ready for more, a fool in love he declared himself "feel better now that you've had a taste?"
"Yes" he nodded obediently.
"Want more?" Her head tilted, a gleam in her teal gaze, her grin widened, unsuspecting.
"You are cruel, you know that?" the new plan in the making, effort needed as he tensed ready to move.
"You love it" she smirked, his gaze dropped and her eyes widened, knowing the look, quickly gasping as he lowered before her, arms trapping her legs from attacking him, during his act of defiance against her. With a stroke of his wide tongue against her soaked slit, wishing to bury himself in the taste instantly, more satisfying than any sweet treat, he started a slow torturous pace, savoring and worshipping the salty taste, the taste of her "damn it, Shikamaru!" her breath caught, a whine, legs fighting against his grip around her thighs to try and close them around him, to stop his disobedience.
Revenge for her purposeful teasing earlier.
Her back arched something else mumbled out, her moan after drowning the words into nothing, a tongue tilting against her clit, keeping her quiet. Dark eyes opened to peer past his act of treachery, knowing he'll pay for it later, but who could resist the sight of her struggle.
Stubborn, fighting to keep herself quiet, to keep from singing his name past her parted lips, he knew how to get that out. He loosened one hand, snaking it carefully around her shivering thigh and moved to enter her with two fingers, just as she had commanded before.
The attack met with a gasp racking her entire body, withering underneath him, a new goal in mind as he greedily ate at her, keeping a pace she knew she loved, sooner rather than later. A pull at his moving fingers, walls tightening inside her, her moan growing an octave higher, then another and another until the whine turned into a strained scream.
"Shikamaru!" his eyes shut and he savored in the noise as she came, his name echoing around the room, her shaking legs squeezing around his head, a welcoming pressure gripping at his fingers as she rode out her orgasm and he finally pulled his tongue from her and placed a kiss against her quivering lips remaining kneeled at his altar, his worship complete for the time being, ready to receive punishment for his disobedience.
Temari panted, slowing in a few breaths, before her quick temper sparked and she shot a glare at him.
"You did say not to go slow" he grinned innocently, playing coy to what had happened.
"I'm not letting you be on top this time" she shot up to sit, a rough grip to his jaw pulling him down to level with her gaze, he resisted the urge to lean forward and silence her, terrified just as much as he was turned on "clearly you have no self control" releasing him, annoyed, but blushing across her cheeks. Tanned body coated in a glisten of sweat and attempting to hide her shivers at the bliss felt moments ago, so he nodded to her giving her a win.
"If that's what you want, be on top then, Princess" he smirked, subtle, sitting back and leaning against his palms, slipping a tongue out to wipe at the corner of his mouth, to enjoy the last bit of her on his tongue, knowing the ache in his pants would finally get the attention it deserved.
Though the method once again wasn't the one one he thought he she would go with.
"Wait" his brows quickly furrowed, smile falling, he had almost forgotten, cruel woman with endless fight lingering behind her knowing look "get up" he went to protest, mouth quickly shutting at her threat "now or else you can suffer the rest of the day with blue balls for going rouge on me" he knew the punishment was coming, another swipe at the corner of his mouth, at least disobeying had been worth it.
"Troublesome woman" he grumbled out as he did as told, now fully at her command he moved to stand before her, teals looking thoughtfully at the bulge in his pants, fighting to break free and see air, to see her.
"Nice and slow now, take off your pants" his fingers already working at the button, just unzipping them down "slower" he held back a heavy breath, forcing a glare back at her, her gaze set on the slow reveal, his hard cock coming out to stand at attention for her. Her head tilted, observing, tongue slipping out to lick her bottom lip, knowing his breath would catch, reminded how she had licked the end of the popsicle before dragging her pouted lips over the sweet treat as it melted "want me to taste it, just like I tasted your popsicle?" Peering up at Shikamaru innocently, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes following, he nodded mutely "yes" she ventured, aiding him in his words.
"Yes" his breath caught, reminded quick "please"
"Already learning your manners, such a good boy" her praise, sickly sweet, his member twitched and he bit his tongue to keep quiet, keep his anticipation as calm as he could as to not jump back down between her legs "I should reward you for that" he dared not more a muscle when Temari shifted, kneeling before him, even in her position the favor of the battle went to her. Never shy to make the first move, she grabbed the shaft of his member, the touch nearly caught him, such a simple gesture and he was ready to practically melt to his knees, a single stroke, her firm hot grip moving back and forth against his member once "it's only fair we both get to taste the other, right?" the dirty words said innocently, he nodded and caught his bottom lip, quieting his pleas, dark eyes staring back down at the teals as she held him in her gaze and leaned forward, just the tip of her tongue swiping the swollen end of his cock.
"Temari" he groaned, eyes squeezing shut, fighting the first touch, the sight overwhelming.
"I haven't even started yet and you're ready to give up on me again" he could feel the cruel smirk behind his shut eyes, debating whether to open them, thanking himself for doing so. Just catching her gaze as she leaned forward, tongue out and took his tip into her mouth, the sight, his mind blanked, not a single thought formed behind his quiet stare back, simply a witness to her silent assault.
She slid down, taking him into her mouth, only stopping half way down his member, her mouth warm and humming, vibrating him as she pulled back slowly, dragging her tongue against the bottom of his shaft, he gasped silently, realizing he had stopped breathing as she pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting them.
Her first move would be his last.
"Not bad" she smacked her lips loudly, his member twitched at the sound, wanting its warmth back "want me to take care of it properly"
"Please, Temari" the whine escaped, his mind clouded.
"First apologize" she dragged her hand down once, he forgot to breath again.
"I'm sorry" he managed a somewhat coherent mumble, distracted as she slid down again, his fists balls to his side, now in hell as she let a moan hum around his member, her tongue swirling once as she pulled back slow, sucking the end and killing all his fight back.
"Not sure if I'm quite satisfied with that apology" she turned up her glare, threatening another punishment, with his breath caught, a few seconds to blink his blurry vision, he leaned down, braving his hand to place a touch to her chin and just tilt her up to him with his fingertips, to have her meet his pleading gaze.
"I am sorry I didn't listen to you" he spoke lower, a look down to her lips, a simple kiss followed as he touched her pouted lips and pulled back, his body warmed by her sudden softened look, a flash of a blush hitting her cheeks before she huffed and glanced away.
"Fine, I'll accept it" relief that he had calmed her, suddenly surprised at the smirk that followed, mischief in her gaze, trouble he thought, what had the cruel woman thought of now "now lay down Nara, it's my turn to be on top" he opened his mouth, said nothing and only nodded doing as was told of him, the fear prickling at his back, the unknown he hoped to have a plan to.
As he laid back, she calmly followed to take her spot above him, crawling above his body to stand on her knees, his member inches away from salvation. Holding himself up on his elbows, content in the torture hovering above him, her hand moved to his chest and pushed him down to lay flat, he swallowed and stared back, the gleam in her gaze turning brighter at her next words, his hands reaching for her legs to keep him grounded.
"How badly do you want it?" She towered over him, his grip to her thighs tightening, wanting nothing more than her, nothing more than to speak, cruel he suddenly remembered as she pressed down against him, his throbbing member sliding against the soaked lips of her slit, her grin growing at the breath caught in his chest.
"Very badly" he groaned as she pressed down again, keeping him silent, but still refusing to allow him entry into heaven, leaving him begging at its gates.
"You can do better than that, try harder" Temari tutted, unsatisfied by the plea, her hips rose off him to aid his please.
"I need you more than I need air to breath" he managed better with her off him, catching his breath and sounding like a dead poet no doubt.
"I'm that important to you?" Her smile, back to cruel.
"Do you want another love confession out of me too?" He practically whined, glaring back at the goddess in her amusement, enjoying her control over him.
"I know you already love me" she smirked, softer, a blush following "crybaby"
"You just love seeing me suffer" he sighed, cruel and thriving in her torture, typical. Letting his hands wander higher, the tips of his long fingers dragging a trail to her hips, a squeeze, a plea.
"A little" she confessed and with the grin that followed, he nearly thanked the gods out loud when she pressed down onto him, taking his member into her warmth in one go, deep and tight, familiar, the connection met with her strained moaning whine, a pitch higher than her normal sultry voice.
His favorite sound, one only he could cause.
That moment of connection, his head rolled back into the floor, the vibrating growl in his chest forcing him to exhale through his mouth as she rose and fell back down into him.
Once.
Then twice.
The start of another match, who could last longer, his eyes opened to watch her above him, not missing a single second as she rode him. Rising above and falling below, taking his member deep into her pussy each time, grinding against him. His gaze wandered, taking everything to memory as he normally would, every time finding something new to love more about her.
The bounce of her breasts as she moved, the way her toned body arched to take in his member, claiming it each time into her pussy, claiming him as hers. How lucky he was just to be a witness to such beauty, the woman even made fucking look like a graceful dance between them.
"Lazy man always making me do all the work" she panted, her hand curling into a claw at his chest, keeping her balance, biting her bottom lip as his grip to her hips tightened, reminding her.
"You wanted to be on top, Princess" he smirked up to her, weakly, as bliss began to fog his thoughts, words wanting to fail him, fail her, but actions did speak louder. He rose to sit up, she went to speak, to command him to return and lay bare before her, to submit, but his fight back wasn't drained yet, his plan to finally follow through with her vulnerable position "so stay on top" the smugness in his voice, low and teasing, as he leaned forward in a surprise attack.
She might have been cruel, but he always had a plan on how to temper her fire within.
Temari only fell off rhythm for a second, her breath catching as he took the nipple of her breast into his mouth, the one he had been eyeing since seeing them. Above him, she forced the moan to go down, fighting with her life to keep from giving in to him on his first try, always starting with the right, his favorite, her most sensitive.
"Shikamaru" the growl breaking at the end into another gasp, her temper distracted, he tried hard not to grin against her, instead leaning his hips up and forcing the next fall against him to hit harder, her push in forcing out a pleading whine, his free hand caressing her left breast and quickly turning it into a hard grip, on her right breast, a tender bite, working another strained moan out of her, content on playing each noise out of her like a song he wanted to hear, but not quite there yet. A strategy in the works, her pace grinding against him keeping steady, slowly making his focus, his guard, lower.
His hands wandered, distracted by the moaning breathing, looking up to observe the goddess, caught up in the beauty of her blushed cheeks and pouted lips hanging open, threatening to command. Absently his grip at her moving hips began to simply follow her, aiding each of them in the rising high, aiding her as he slipped a hand closer to her slit, forcing himself to continue with the plan at hand. Her hips still following their perfect movement against his hard member, a thumb now to her clit, a slip in her rhythm as he began to circle around the sensitive bundle, her moan now bitten back, fighting him, his half opened gaze taking in the restraint in keeping her composure.
Stubborn, new approach, new plan.
"Come for me, Princess" simple words, voice low and vibrating, pleading, he enjoyed burning under the glaring teals turned towards him "please" he pressed harder against her clit, her pace only stilling for a second, she never allowed more than that.
"You're not supposed to fight back" a weak attempt at another growl, he circled again, her eyes shut tightly.
"But you love it when I do" he hummed close to her, teasing softly, moving just enough to have her fall hit the one spot that settled her.
"A little" she sighed deeply, her head tilting back with the pleasure, the strategic move opening her neck to him, a softer kiss placed at her throat, a attempt to control the last seconds, but like the wind, she was unpredictable.
Her head snapped down to him, eyes met and the cruel smirk followed, hands holding his face, lips crashing to his and taking his own surprised moan into her, his grip on her hesitating for a moment, her pace changed, rising and falling on her own terms, taking in his member harshly, her unexpected fight back better than any strategy he could come up with and he gave in to her.
At least he had tried.
The final move, he already knew he was losing when he tried to fight back against the cruelest, he just couldn't help himself he guessed, always wanting to do better for her. The press of her body against his, lips drifting apart from each other, breaths caught, hooded gazes set to one another, her fingers curled into his shoulder, his arms moved to hold her closer.
The connection at its final second.
The end met with her whining moan ringing in his ears, like a melody from the heavens above, his goddess came, warmth gripping at his member, his own end met as it did, his twitching cock finally giving in with a release of cum deep inside her throbbing walls. He groaned lowly, eyes shut and pressing his forhead into her chest, holding her against him tightly.
Drained, he fell back, his hold on her taking her with him, no complaints from either spent lover, pressing her bare body against his as they began to even out their pants, to match the others, finally quieting enough to hear it.
Splat.
Outside the tatami room, the first hit against the pond alerted the two to look out the tatami room, following the first drop of water, a second, then third, the heavy droplets from the sky began descending faster and soon rain poured over Konoha, the sky darkened as the storm rolled through.
"Told you it was going to rain" she smirked down to him, leaning away from him to cross her arms on his chest, engrossed in her victory of being right, the triumphant smile and shining teal gaze catching his attention.
An idiot in love, he declared himself.
"Guess you were right" his lazy smile following, dragging a finger across her cheek to catch the rebellious golden hair that dared to threaten her flawless beauty, tucking the strand behind her ear.
"Always am"