The final morning of their time alone arrived, the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains, bathing the room in a gentle glow. Shikamaru slowly woke, aware of the familiar warmth of Temari's half-naked form pressed against him. Her soft, bare breasts were flush against his chest, her flat stomach warm against his own, and her legs draped over his, his hand resting possessively on her firm butt.
He sighed, knowing that tomorrow she would wake before him to prepare breakfast for Shikadai's return, depriving him of this intimate morning view. The thought of not waking up with her like this, of not feeling her close to him, made his heart ache with a longing he hadn't expressed enough.
The morning itself mirrored the contentment and routine he had quickly grown to adore. His body responded naturally to her presence, his morning erection pressing insistently against her. He turned slightly, carefully, and began to kiss her awake, his lips tenderly exploring the curves of her neck and shoulders, his hands tracing the familiar and cherished lines of her body.
Temari stirred, a soft moan escaping her lips as she began to wake up. She returned his kisses and touches, her body warming to his, her softly moaned approval music to his ears. She was deliciously soft and warm, still carrying the remnants of sleep, a state that made her even more intoxicating.
Shikamaru's hand slowly moved down, teasing her core through her panties. She was already wet for him, her arousal a testament to their renewed connection. He moved her panties aside and slowly entered her, a careful, deliberate motion that filled her completely, drawing a shared gasp from their lips.
He began to move slowly, teasingly, his mind swimming with thoughts of how easily he could get used to this feeling, this intimacy. It was addictive, having her so close, so vulnerable, and so needy for him. The thought lingered as he planned future vacations just for the two of them, considering how he could leverage his position to assign Shikadai more travel missions, allowing him more uninterrupted time with Temari.
Shifting positions, he turned her back towards him, her leg shifting for better access and a more direct view. One hand moved to her breast, the other guiding her hips as he continued his slow, passionate thrusts. Her moans of pleasure filled his ears as he kissed her neck, each sound she made a wordless affirmation of their love and connection.
He was overwhelmed with pleasure and guilt simultaneously, realizing how much he had deprived himself of this closeness, settling instead for hurried quickies when he came home late from work. He vowed to himself—no more. Not when this was what they could have.
Changing positions once more, he moved over her, pressing her gently but firmly with his body. Temari opened herself completely for him, her legs spreading wide, allowing him deeper access. He pressed his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling, their lips just inches apart as they moved together, as one.
They found their release together, the world narrowing down to just the two of them, their shared breaths, and their entwined souls. For a long moment, they stayed that way, savoring the closeness, the completeness of the experience.
As they lay there, still entwined, Shikamaru's mind flooded with a profound sense of happiness and gratitude. He couldn't stop thinking about how lucky he was, how incredibly fortunate he was to have Temari. More than ever, he felt the importance of cherishing their time together, of refusing to let the busy demands of life steal away these precious moments.
Finally, he whispered, "I'm so happy, Temari. I don't ever want to take this, or you, for granted again."
She smiled, her fingers brushing lightly over his cheek. "I'm happy too, Shikamaru. And I'm looking forward to many more moments like this."
With those words, promises unspoken but understood, they held each other close, content in the warmth of their shared love, knowing that together they could face whatever the future held. And for the rest of their final day alone, they made every moment count, cherishing the rare, unhurried intimacy that had reminded them of the deep, abiding love they had always shared.