Temari had a whole bag of mixed feelings about Naruto Uzumaki.
First and foremost, he was the crazy guy who saved her little brother. Without Naruto, Gaara wouldn't even be alive, much less the Kazekage. Naruto was the boy who reached out a hand to help her broken little brother, a complete stranger, for no other reason than because he knew how loneliness felt, and didn't want anyone else to feel that way too. So yeah. There was that.
He was also the hero of the Fourth Great Shinobi War; you know, the guy who saved the world several times over. He'd been a kid when he had saved her brother, and she hadn't had much time to get to know him back then. So in her mind, the most prominent image she had of him was the hero of his village, future Hokage, and – according to every bar conversation she'd overheard on the matter – a multi-village heartthrob.
And then there was the other thing. The thing where he was also Temari's biggest competition for Shikamaru's attention.
It wasn't like she didn't get it. Naruto was going to be Hokage. Temari knew that because Shikamaru was motivated to make it happen; therefore, it would happen. Simple. As for why Naruto? Shikamaru had tried to explain it to her before, his belief in the King who carried the heart of the village or something, but Temari figured it boiled down to the fact that Shikamaru believed that Naruto had something special, and thought that the village needed it too. So Naruto was Shikamaru's boss. Or maybe it was more accurate to say Naruto was Shikamaru's liege lord. Or maybe his most important piece on the board, or his lodestar, or his hope for the future personified.
Either way, Naruto was really important to Shikamaru. Possibly, probably, more important than Temari herself.
Which, Temari got it. Naruto wasn't just Naruto, he was also Konoha, in the same way Gaara was Suna. Naruto had to come first for Shikamaru the same way Gaara had to come first for Temari. That was fine. As to the fact that Shikamaru's eyes softened when he looked at Naruto the same way they did when he looked at Temari? Or the way she caught him paying a little too much attention that one time Naruto lost his shirt to a stray jutsu? Or the way Naruto could get Shikamaru to relax and crack a smile when even Temari couldn't manage it?
Well, simple, she just didn't think about those things. She was a shinobi, that's what they did; they compartmentalized. It wasn't like she saw Naruto all that often. Sure she'd started up that whole ambassador gig, but Naruto wasn't wearing the Hokage hat yet so their jobs didn't intersect much. Which was great, because it meant Temari didn't have to think about Naruto at all, so long as he stayed out of sight.
"Hey Temari! Need a sparring partner?"
The number one most unpredictable ninja, indeed.
"Naruto?" Temari eyed him warily. "What are you doing here?" She was at a pretty remote training ground, after all. Naruto gave her a bright smile even as he rubbed the back of his head self-consciously.
"Shikamaru mentioned that you're always looking for a good sparring partner, and I was in the mood, so I thought I'd ask!"
Temari could tell he was leaving something out, but… if he really wanted a spar, she definitely wouldn't turn him down. There weren't many shinobi who could handle her massive, wide-area wind jutsu without her having to hold back, but Naruto was definitely one of them. And it was always the most fun to go up against another brute-force ninjutsu specialist.
"Well, as long as you don't go running scared before I'm through," Temari said with a challenging smirk. Naruto's eyes flashed with something heated – was he feeling competitive? – but his grin just widened and he pointed at himself with his thumb.
"I never give up or run away, y'know!" His fingers rose into a familiar seal, and suddenly there were close to a thousand Narutos facing her down.
Oh, this was going to be good.
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"HRAAAAH!" Temari yelled unabashedly as she swung her enormous fan in another wide arc. Her chakra erupted into a storm of cutting winds that sliced through another horde of clones. Temari was grinning wildly, and had been for the past half-hour. Her arms were aching, she was coated in sweat, and her legs were a few more swings from giving out on her, but she couldn't remember the last time she'd had this much fun.
This is what her jutsu were made to do. Her style wasn't built for one-on-one duels, or subtlety, or restraint. Her specialty was tearing through an army, and boy did Naruto provide what she was looking for. The rush she got from wiping out hundreds of clones with a well-placed swing… it probably wasn't healthy, but it made her heart pound in her chest like nothing else.
"Is that all you've got?" Temari shouted at the vast sea of clones that still remained. Apparently Naruto's plan was to wear out her stamina by sending never-ending waves of bodies at her. And honestly, it was working. She wasn't sure how many swings she had left. She recognized what he was doing pretty quickly, and in a real fight she'd probably be in the air already, waiting for Naruto to make a move first.
But the first time she opened her fan fully and took out hundreds of clones in a single swing, she knew she was hooked.
Temari took extra pleasure in the way the clones were sending each other terrified looks. It looked like they all wanted the other ones to approach first, so none of them were moving. Temari took a single step forward, and several hundred clones took one step back. She felt like a damn force of nature, and it was glorious.
"Then allow me!" she yelled with relish. She centered her stance, planted her feet, bent her knees, tensed her tired leg muscles, and hauled her fan into the biggest possible swing she could manage. Naruto's clones screamed in terror and tried to flee, but the area of the jutsu was too massive, and they were flung into the air and torn apart helplessly. Trees fell, grass erupted into showers of dirt, and another army vanished into smoke. Temari thought she might even have heard a few of them crying before they popped. Even the best drugs probably wouldn't make her feel nearly as good as she did right now.
She was panting now, and between her low chakra, trembling arms, and wobbly legs, she could probably have been taken out by a fresh genin. She'd effectively lost the spar, but damn if it didn't feel like winning. She relaxed her arms and let her fan fall closed, angling the base into a nearby mound of upturned dirt to lean against it.
"Alright. Alright. Spar's over. You win," she called out cheerfully between pants. The few remaining clones looked at each other with relief, then immediately dispelled. She was left looking at the empty training ground, which now looked like a disaster area. A breeze drifting by was the only response. She couldn't see the real Naruto anywhere.
"Naruto?" she called out. She probably didn't kill him in the middle of her fun, but if she had, she wouldn't have noticed. Her head swiveled around as she weakly shifted to look behind her, and then finally she saw him.
"PFFFFTHAHAHA!" she broke out laughing. It proved to be too much as her legs gave out and she fell to the ground with her fan, laughing too hard to see straight. About fifty feet away there was a familiar set of limbs waving helplessly in the air as its owner struggled from beneath a downed tree.
It took five minutes for Naruto to free himself, and Temari laughed for half of it, only stopping to avoid passing out.
"We've gotta do that again sometime," Temari insisted breathlessly from the ground.
"I'm glad you had fun," Naruto grumbled, still pouting over being squashed without her even noticing. Temari just grinned at him.
"Damn right. I haven't had a workout that was that much fun in… maybe ever," she admitted. "I don't think I can even walk for the rest of the day." She needed to use her entire body to wield her fan, and it was especially taxing on her legs, which provided most of her swinging power. Still, it was worth every blood-pumping, muscle-straining second. Even now she was still thrumming with power, euphoria, and…
"Hey, does Shikamaru get off early today?" Temari asked hopefully, failing to sound blasé. There was a pause before Naruto answered.
"…Nah, he gets off at the normal time. I heard him complaining about it earlier."
Temari fought down the feelings of frustration and disappointment that rose in her. She knew he had a busy schedule. Hell, they both did. It had just been… rough, trying to find an equilibrium in their private life. She could really use a good fuck about now, but if he was going to come home exhausted from working all day, there wasn't much chance of that. She was more than happy to do most of the work most of the time, but she was never more passive and horny than when she was coming off of a great workout like this.
When they were together, he was damn near perfect. He wasn't exactly dilligent, but he was attentive, patient, understanding, funny, caring, and always perfectly honest and trusting. And when the clothes came off… well, he was a fast learner. He didn't stop being a genius just because he was naked, and he rocked her world like she didn't think was possible. And he kept getting better as he figured out what makes her tick. Of course, whether he was motivated enough to put in the effort was another matter. But she had found a few creative ways to rile him up...
Shit, she was just making herself hornier. She couldn't bite down the sigh that escaped her. She felt Naruto looking at her, and turned to meet his eyes. Then her breath cought in surprise.
He didn't have his normal friendly, guileless expression on. He was looking at her with intent. Temari was suddenly very aware of the way her sweat was making her clothes cling to her body, and the way her chest was heaving with each breath. It did absolutely nothing to quell her simmering lust. Then she remembered who this was. Surely Naruto wouldn't be perving on her… right?
"Need a ride home?" he asked, and the breath whooshed out of her. She was being ridiculous, it was just Naruto being considerate.
"Yeah, that'd be great," she agreed, and Naruto didn't waste a moment before he was helping her strap her fan to her back, then picking her up in a piggyback carry. He took off at an easy walk towards the Nara forest; back to the home she shared with Shikamaru. It was a pleasant and only slightly awkward silence, and Temari was debating whether she should apologize for the trouble and sweaty back when Naruto broke the quiet.
"Shikamaru has been getting pretty upset that he hasn't been able to be with you as much as he'd like," Naruto said, his voice light and easy. "Work has been getting in the way, and he's used to sleeping half the day, so he feels like he's never able to do as much for you as he wants to."
"Shikamaru told you all that?" Temari asked, confused and conflicted. It made sense that he had more time to talk with Naruto than with her, and she knew they were close, but it still tasted bitter.
"Not at first. Ino figured it out and browbeat him into telling me, 'cause she thought I could help."
"And can you?" Temari asked dryly, not expecting much. "I guess you could let him off work early, once you're Hokage."
She could see Naruto smile automatically at the thought. "Yeah, maybe," he said. "But I was hoping to do something else for the two of you. Something kinda selfish, I guess." Temari's brow rose questioningly. A flash of vulnerability crossed the edge of Naruto's face that she could see, but then he breathed in and plowed forward. "Shikamaru is one of my precious people," Naruto said firmly. "Whatever makes him happy makes me happy, 'cause he's important to me and I love him."
That… was a bit closer to home than was comfortable for Temari, and she had to tamp down on her anxious thoughts over where this could be going.
"You're not planning to steal him from me, are you?" Temari asked playfully, a serious question hidden within. She didn't let show that she was dreading his response.
"Ehhhh!?" Naruto squawked. "No way! I've got Hinata! And he loves you way too much for that!" Temari snorted with amusement, but she noticed that Naruto didn't deny the underlying implication. "But…" Naruto continued hesitantly. "That's why I want to help you out, and get to know you better."
Temari blinked. That wasn't where she expected this to go.
"You make Shikamaru happier than anyone else, and you're his most precious person, so I figure you gotta be awesome, right?" Naruto asked with a simple grin. Temari gaped at him and barely even noticed that they'd arrived at her house.
"What kind of dumb logic is that!?" she exclaimed before she could stop herself. Naruto got a stubborn look on his face.
"The kind that makes perfect sense!" he insisted. "Shikamaru's too smart to fall in love with someone lame. Therefore, you must be one of the coolest people ever!"
"Oh my god," Temari said half to herself. "I thought Shikamaru was exaggerating about you. Oh, we're here. Put me in the kitchen, I could use a meal."
Naruto eyed her like he suspected there was a hidden insult there, but moved past the comment with a huff.
"Well, I haven't been proven wrong so far," he said mulishly. And that… was actually really sweet to hear.
"Is that so?" Temari asked as Naruto dropped her not in the kitchen, but in the dining room. She blinked after him as he moved into the kitchen and started poking around. "What are you doing?"
"Making you a meal!" he said cheerfully. "You've got a lot of ingredients here. You want some ramen? It's one of the only things I know how to make from scratch."
"Ramen sounds great, actually," Temari responded, bemused. She kind of wanted to go to her room and change out of her sweaty clothes, but walking still seemed like too much of a drag right now. She could always change after she ate.
She watched Naruto move around the kitchen as she thought about their conversation. She felt like Naruto was working up to a question or a suggestion, but she was lost as to what it could be. Still though, she did feel a lot better about Naruto after spending all this time with him. He was just so… earnest and uncomplicated. He felt harmless, despite the fact that she knew he was one of the strongest people in the world. Ninja were supposed to be jaded and closed-off, but Naruto turned all that on its head.
She could see why Shikamaru put so much faith in him. Why Gaara trusted him implicitly. She still couldn't figure out how he managed to unite the five great nations, but she was getting there.
"So what have you been trying to say?" Temari finally asked, figuring subtlety and diplomacy were probably wasted on Naruto. She could see him pause in the kitchen, before he brought out a steaming bowl of ramen. But as hungry as she was, she was caught more by the intensity that had returned to Naruto's eyes.
"Your marriage is your marriage, and I'd never want to butt into that, or make things weird," Naruto said to her. "But I love Shikamaru. Not the same way I love Hinata, or anyone else, but I still want him to be happy, and to bond with him however I can. And I know that you're pretty, and strong, and nice, and fun to hang out with, and I know that if I had the chance, I could love you too."
Temari had no idea what he was trying to say, but she knew that this was far more intimate than she had been expecting, and that her breath felt like it was trapped in her chest. Almost despite herself, her body was reacting to Naruto's passion and vulnerability, and she was intensely aware of his proximity.
"And if you would let me in like that," Naruto continued, soft but determined, "then I think I could really help you. Both of you. And I would really enjoy the chance to get that close to you two."
"Are..." Temari felt like her heart was in her throat. "Are you propositioning me? Or… us? Me and Shikamaru?"
"Well… yeah. If you're interested. Because I asked Shikamaru, and he… uh, well, he definitely didn't say no."
Temari was tingling and lightheaded. "He… definitely didn't say no?" Naruto looked a bit embarrassed.
"I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure he… really liked the idea. A lot." Naruto looked at her directly. "Of you-and-me."
"Right," Temari responds faintly. She hadn't expected that. "And… and you-and-him?" Naruto suddenly looked away, slightly red.
"Maybe. Yeah. If you were okay with that."
"And how do I know you're telling the truth?" Temari had to ask. Naruto looked at her strangely.
"Because if I was lying they'd never find my body?"
Right. "That's true." She wasn't completely sure Shikamaru would actually kill him, but she was at least sure that Naruto believed that he would. A moment of stillness ensued, with Temari trying to figure out what her emotions were doing. But her body was talking louder right now, and so…
"Alright, fine," Temari decided, despite thinking that she must be crazy. "Convince me."
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Naruto was elated at first, then confused.
"Convince you?"
"I'll give you a test run," she said, and gingerly leaned back into a pose that emphasized the way that her clothes were practically plastered to her skin. "Convince me that this arrangement would be a good idea."
Naruto's eyes blazed at the challenge.
He didn't think she'd go for it. She'd been a tough read, and had basically been keeping him at arms length the entire day, so he'd half-expected her to outright refuse or yell at him. That was his biggest worry; that even bringing this up would strain her and Shikamaru's relationship, and cause trouble.
But now that she was giving him a chance? Well, this was one particular area where Naruto had both talent and skill gained through hard work. He'd seduce the crap out of her, believe it!
Still, he restrained himself for a moment to think. She'd given him the go-ahead, but she was still cautious around him. He'd love to just strip her down and fuck her in every room in the house... but he doubted she'd let him. She was too wary and too weary for that sort of thing. Since that was the case, and since Naruto somehow suspected that Shikamaru tended to be a somewhat selfish lover...
"No problem," Naruto finally responded, feeling a bit mischievous. "I won't even need to take my pants off."
Temari furrowed her brow in confusion for a moment, until a glimmer of realization shone through. By the time she figured it out, Naruto had already approached and stepped past her, crouching down behind where she was seated on the seating mat. The Nara Clan's preference for more traditional housing worked in his favor, here. Naruto got close to Temari, but kept his hands firmly to himself for now.
"Mind taking your pants off for me?" Naruto purposefully pitched his voice lower, and was pleased when Temari was affected enough to be put off-balance.
"I... yeah, I can do that," she said, recovering. "Don't make me regret it," she said, eyeing him guardedly.
Naruto just grinned at her, slow and hungry. Sometimes the best way to turn someone on was to just let your body talk for you, so they could see how attracted you were.
Temari huffed like she wasn't impressed, but her hands fumbled a bit at her pants. She pulled them off without preamble, shimmying them off of her hips and peeling them off her legs as she remained seated. When she pulled them off and tossed them aside, they landed with a wet slap against the floor, thoroughly saturated with sweat. Naruto fought to keep his attention on Temari's face to keep her comfortable, and didn't make a move until she raised an eyebrow.
"Don't let your ramen get cold," Naruto said, and Temari looked confused. "I worked hard on that! So you'd better enjoy your meal. I know I will," he said with a stupid grin. Temari narrowed her eyes challengingly as he sank down. He had just enough time to notice that Temari's ass was exceptional — apparently swinging that fan all the time gave her some truly impressive glutes, and Naruto fervently hoped that he got an opportunity to interact with it more in the future — before he was lying down behind her, the top of his head brushing against her back and ass.
When he lightly pressed upwards, Temari lifted herself onto her knees shakily. Naruto scooted backwards until his head was where she had been sitting, getting an eyeful of her excited-looking pussy directly above his face. Then he placed his hands on the outside of her thighs and gently pulled her down. Her weight slowly sank onto him, driving her cunt onto his mouth and pressing his head into the soft seating mat. Naruto wrapped his lips over the outside of it, gently mouthing at it, and slid his hands onto her ass to play with while he worked.
Naruto's world was suddenly hot and wet. Temari was sweaty after her workout, and slick from being turned on, and it all mixed into a salty-sweet delight that had Naruto closing his eyes to fully appreciate. He wasn't powering through for her sake; he simply wanted more of that subtle sharpness. If the taste of her pussy was worked into a ramen, he'd order multiple bowls, just to familiarize himself with the unique taste. He went from mouthing at her opening to dipping his tongue inside, in search of more. Temari shifted her hips on top of him, grinding slightly against his face.
"Damn, you're better at that than I expected," she said, surprising him. He hadn't really started yet. He was just enjoying himself so far. He heard her pick up her chopsticks and begin to eat, so he followed suit. He dove right in. Temari's essence coated his tongue and suffused his tastebuds as he licked her insides eagerly.
"Oh, this is good," he dimly heard Temari say above him. But his attention was focused on his tongue as it explored its new home. Temari's voice, his throbbing dick, and the passing time were all ignored. He tasted every inch of her inner walls that he could reach, and then went back for seconds and thirds. He toyed with her clit, and when her thighs tightened around him and her voice rang out, he resolved to do it again. When she shook with orgasm above and around him, he kept his mouth affixed to her, merely making a pleased hum at the renewed flavor.
She made to get up once her orgasm subsided, but Naruto's hands held onto her thighs piteously. He opened his eyes to look up at her, and when he met her eyes, he gave her a pleading look and rolled out his tongue until it was flattened against his chin like a red carpet. To his delight it worked, and she settled back down onto his face, deigning to use his face as a chair until she finished her meal.
Accounting for her sensitivity, Naruto toned down his energy to gently suck at her pussy lips and lazily lap at her with his tongue. It wasn't until she began fidgeting restlessly that he picked up the pace again, planting his tongue back inside of her with eagerness.
Naruto didn't know how long he was down there in total. With his eyes closed and mouth open, it was an almost meditative experience, and it could have been minutes or hours. All he knew is that when she finally stood up, his face was covered with slickness and drool, and his tongue felt cold and alien in the open air. Even when he pulled it back into his own mouth it felt out of place, like it belonged back inside of Temari's snatch. Naruto gave Temari a plaintive look.
Temari looked flushed and breathy. "Aren't you done yet?" she asked disbelievingly. Naruto shook his head vigorously, still lying on the ground. Temari looked to the side in embarrassment. "Fine then, follow me to the shower."
She began walking away, and Naruto gawked at the sight. She was bottomless, and her fantastic toned ass was on full display, with her sopping and engorged cunt partially visible from behind. Naruto flipped over onto his hands and knees, then began crawling after her on all fours, his eyes locked onto his target.
She didn't notice what he was doing until she was climbing up the stairs, and looked over her shoulder to find him all but drooling at her rear end as he clambered up behind her, looking like a starving dog eyeing someone else's dinner.
"What the hell, Uzumaki," she said with a heated flush, stopping halfway up the stairs. But Naruto didn't stop; he kept climbing up the stairs until, with an eager groan, he planted himself face-first between her legs once more, this time with his face pressed against her ass cheeks. He had to tilt his head to lap at her slit, and his tongue was only able to slip inside for a tantalizing moment before Temari was moving away from him.
"At least let me get to the shower first," Temari said, biting her lip with arousal as she suddenly hurried up the rest of the stairs. Naruto trailed after her frantically, finally standing on two feet just so he could get there faster.
Temari practically ran into the shower, dropping her shirt behind her as she stepped inside and turned on the water. Naruto was frantically pulling off all his clothes as he stepped through the doorway, and when he was finally naked he slipped into the shower after her, immediately falling to his knees. Temari was bent over invitingly, so he merely had to slide back into his proper place between her legs, and all was right again. It was easy to ignore the running water with his tongue buried inside of her velvety folds.
"D-damn Naruto," she panted against the wall. "I th-thought this was to convince me. Seems like you're enj-joying this a bi-it too much," she said, interrupted whenever he lapped at a particularly sensitive spot.
"So good," was all he was able to respond, groaning it into her pussy.
"What happened to... not taking your clothes off?" Temari asked. "Oh, fuck, nevermind," she said before he had time to respond. "That's looking really nice right now." He wasn't sure what she was talking about until a hand grasped his dick.
He was shooting immediately, his seed spurting all over the shower to be washed down the drain.
"Fuck," Temari breathed, then she was cumming too as Naruto rubbed the most sensitive spot he'd found inside her. Her legs got shaky, and more of her weight shifted onto Naruto's face. He didn't mind; he just used his hands to support her and kept licking her out.
"Break time," Temari said weakly, pushing Naruto's head away from her crotch. He instinctively resisted, pushing back as his tongue sought more, but when his brain finally kicked back in he relented, pouting at her.
"Don't give me that look, you've been at this for at least two hours! What are you, an addict?" Temari said in disbelief. Naruto sighed and conceded, standing up straight. He cracked his neck as they stood beneath the water, naked.
"So," he said, then had to clear his throat a bit. "Did I pass?" He tried to give a winning grin, but his mouth felt slick and alien, and he wasn't sure if his expression was right.
"Yeah, fine, you win, that was hot as fuck. You convinced me," Temari said, leaning against the shower wall and looking not at all upset. "It's pretty nice to have someone else so eager to do all the work."
"Awesome!" Naruto said, helping himself to her soaps to lather himself down. "So uh... after this... You wanna sit on my face again, in a bed this time?"
Temari looked at him like she'd never even seen him before.
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Two hours later, and Naruto was still happily underneath Temari as his tongue worked without an end in sight. His vision was obstructed by toned ass cheeks, his mouth was swimming in her delicious juices, and his stomach was splattered with his own seed. Temari turned a page in her book, then groaned and bit her lip as his tongue twirled around a sensitive spot.
"You're gonna grow old and die down there," Temari warned him between moans, grinding against his mouth.
Naruto paused. Then he lifted one hand and gave her a thumbs up. It returned to her thigh as he went back to work.
Temari felt that she and Naruto could get along just fine.