Whispers in the Kitchen*
Later in the day, the warm scent of spices and freshly cut vegetables filled the air as Temari prepared a late lunch for them. Shikamaru watched her from a distance, his eyes drinking in the sight of his wife as she moved about the kitchen. She was singing softly to herself, a tune that carried a sense of warmth and familiarity. He couldn't help but smile, knowing that she always sang when she was in a particularly good mood—a sight he had cherished every time he came home early and caught her in this radiant state.
Her dress was slightly disheveled from their earlier touches, a hint of skin showing here, a ribbon loose there. The sight sent a warm thrill through him, half arousing him just by watching her. After their morning intimacy, they had spent the late morning cloud watching, but more often than not, their focus had shifted to touching and teasing each other, the connection between them too potent to be set aside.
Shikamaru's eyes followed her every move, a sense of longing building within him. He couldn't wait for her to finish preparing lunch. Suddenly, his desire overcame him, and he found himself moving towards her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he nuzzled her neck, his hands slipping under the slightly open yukata. He found her breast, cupping it and gently rolling the nipple between his fingers.
She gasped softly, half-laughing at the suddenness of his touch. "Someone can't wait for lunch to be ready," she teased, a smile spreading across her face.
Shikamaru pressed himself against her, letting the hard ridge of his arousal press into her backside. "Lunch can wait," he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. "I think I'll start with dessert."
Temari tilted her head back, giving him more access to her neck, her happiness evident in the glow of her eyes. It had been so long since she'd been alone and relaxed with her husband, without the ever-present rush and pressure. The moment felt like a return to the early days of their marriage, when they were newlyweds, reveling in each other's company and intimacy.
As Shikamaru's kisses grew more persistent, his hands exploring her with deliberate care, Temari was transported back to those early days when they couldn't get enough of each other. Before they lived together, their encounters had been rare and intense, a precious time they guarded fiercely. It was no surprise that Shikadai had come along so soon; they had practically spent every available moment making up for lost time.
Temari let out a soft moan, turning in Shikamaru's embrace. She saw the hunger in his eyes, a reflection of her own desire. With a mischievous smile, she led him to the kitchen table, memories of their passionate early days flooding back.
"Just like old times," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of nostalgia and excitement.
Shikamaru's grin broadened as he lifted her onto the table, his hands immediately resuming their exploration. Temari leaned back, allowing him to have his way, reveling in the freedom and joy of the moment.
They moved together with practiced familiarity, their bodies communicating in a language they had never forgotten. It was a dance of love, need, and gratitude, each touch a reaffirmation of the bond they shared.
Lost in each other, they made love with a fervor and intensity that spoke of years of built-up affection and desire. The world outside their small haven faded into insignificance as they celebrated each other, the warmth of their love filling the room.
Afterward, they lay intertwined on the kitchen floor, the cool tiles against their heated skin a soothing contrast. Temari laughed softly, her fingers tracing patterns on Shikamaru's chest. "Lunch is definitely cold by now."
Shikamaru chuckled, pulling her closer. "True. But it was worth it."
Temari leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Every moment with you is worth it."
As they lay there, basking in the aftermath of their shared passion, Shikamaru knew that these days were a gift, a reminder of the love that had always sustained them. They would continue to cherish these moments, building on the foundation they had created, savoring every second of their connection.
And for now, lunch could wait.