Secret book of Desire by Lady Temari Nara Bonus Chapter: One

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Temari sighed as she sat alone in the dimly lit study of her Sunagakure estate, fingers absently tracing the rim of her untouched cup of tea. The quiet felt suffocating. She had been away from Konoha for two months now. Two entire months and not once had Shikamaru called, sent a letter, or even a simple scroll message.

Did he even care?

Frustration simmered beneath her skin as she recalled the last time they had been intimate. It had been the night she returned from the Shadow Club, stumbling into their shared home, drunk on more than just alcohol. She had wanted him that night desperately. She had thrown herself at him, whispering filthy promises against his ear, and he had responded, but only barely. It had been rushed, lacking the thrill, the hunger she craved.

I want excitement. I want to be bold.

That was her first entry in the Hidden Desire, Naruto had encouraged her to write. Naruto. She sighed. He had promised to give it to Shikamaru, told her that sometimes men needed a little push to understand what their wives truly wanted. But two months later? Nothing. Not a word, not a hint that Shikamaru had ever received it.

So Temari did what she did best she buried herself in work. When Gaara mentioned needing her political expertise, she jumped at the chance, taking the longest leave from Konoha she had ever allowed herself.

And still, radio silence.

Her fingers curled into a fist against the wooden desk. Their relationship had started long-distance, built on letters and fleeting nights spent together whenever duty allowed. At first, it had been intoxicating the secret meetups, the tension of stolen moments. She had spent hours showing him the wonders of Sunagakure, taking him through winding desert markets, up the highest dunes where the stars seemed close enough to touch.

And then, there was that night they had spent way too long searching for the perfect wedding gift for Naruto and Hinata. A night that ended with laughter, drinks, and, eventually, tangled limbs on the floor of a secluded spa suite. Shikamaru had been so gentle then, so careful. They had made love, soft and slow, with the weight of unspoken promises between them.

Then, weeks later, she found out she was pregnant. The Hokage and Kazekage had wasted no time stepping in, making it clear that a child born between two of the most powerful political clans meant securing the alliance between Sunagakure and Konoha.

And just like that, her fate was sealed.

Shikamaru's mother had been the one to drag him by the ear, literally, demanding he do right by her. And so they wed, tradition binding them together before either of them had even fully processed what it meant. Temari had tried at first to remain in Sunagakure. But the Nara Clan elders had insisted she live in Konoha, beside Shikamaru, the new head of the she had given up the desert, the golden sands that had always felt like home, for thick forests and endless responsibilities.

Their marriage had been… fine. The sex was good pleasant, even. Shikamaru was thoughtful, considerate. But there had always been something didn't realize what until she saw how rough the stripper had been with Hinata at the Shadow Club. The raw intensity, the unrestrained hunger it awakened something inside could be so much more than this. She wanted to be wanted. Not just in passing, not just as a wanted to be taken, to feel craved.

What was the point of being married to a man four years younger than her if he couldn't even keep up? She had told Shikamaru what she wanted. Now the real question was would he ever care enough to listen?

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"Fuck." He had been grateful that Sasuke was in town. It was also the only reason he could think of as to why Naruto had left the village without a clone he must have assumed Sasuke would handle things. Hesitating for only a second, Shikamaru pulled out his communicator scroll and called Sasuke.

No answer. "Oh, right… that bastard refuses to own a damn cellar scroll." Grumbling, he quickly wrote a short message and sent out a messenger hawk. Before he could even exhale, a shimmer of chakra filled the room.

For fuck's sake..!" Shikamaru jumped as Sasuke materialized before him, the sudden space-time jutsu making the air shift unnaturally. "You summoned me?" Sasuke asked, his tone flat, unimpressed, and mildly took a deep breath, still calming his nerves.

"Where is Naruto?"Sasuke narrowed his eyes.

"The million-ryō question of the hour," Shikamaru muttered, rubbing his temple."It seems Naruto took a trip to Suna. And since Lord Sixth is on vacation, I can't just leave the village unprotected. I think Naruto assumed you'd step in."

"No." Sasuke turned immediately to leave.

Shikamaru expected that response, but he was running out of time. His mind raced, searching for leverage, and then it hit him. "Well, that's fine. I'll just ask Sai to watch over the village. You know how close he and Naruto have gotten. Naruto can always count on Sai."

The twitch of Sasuke's fingers didn't go unnoticed.

"Gotcha."Shikamaru smirked inwardly, watching Sasuke's body language shift. He knew Sasuke too well.

Even if the Uchiha would never admit it, he had always been a little jealous of Naruto's bond with Sai. It was one thing for Naruto to trust Shikamaru as an advisor, but when Naruto had asked Shikamaru to be his best man at the wedding instead of Sasuke?

That stung.

Sasuke's voice turned colder, his Sharingan flickering momentarily. "I will protect the Leaf." His tone was sharp, clipped. "But I'm not dealing with any of that bullshit paperwork."Shikamaru smirked, waving lazily. "Great. Thanks."

Sasuke disappeared with another flicker of chakra.

Shikamaru exhaled, muttering under his breath."This worked out perfectly."He shook his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he made his way toward the station. "That guy… How the hell do Naruto and Sakura get more than two words out of him? He's so damn serious." He wasn't as fast as Naruto, but that didn't mean he was about to miss the damn train. With a flick of his fingers, his shadow shot forward, latching onto the conductor, causing the train to slow just enough for him to catch up.

Shikamaru raced forward, launching himself onto the nearest carriage. Just as he landed, a Chunin stationed on the roof spun around, kunai at the ready..only to freeze when he realized who it was.

"Oh..sir! It's you, Honorable Advisor!" The young Shinobi exhaled in relief. "The train stopped, and I thought we were in danger!"

Shikamaru let out an inward sigh. Great. He couldn't exactly let the whole village know their Hokage had left without a clone. Thinking fast, he shoved his hands into his pockets, playing it cool. "This was a training exercise. You did well."

The Chunin straightened, puffing his chest with pride. "Thank you, Honorable Advisor!"

"Yeah, yeah. Now get back to your post." With that, Shikamaru made his way toward the back of the train, where the Hokage's private cart was located. He reached the secured keypad beside the entrance and typed in the access code: IloveRamen99. Shikamaru stared at the keypad, his lips pressing into a thin line."Naruto really needs to change his damn passcode." With a shake of his head, he stepped inside, tossing off his jacket. At least the ride would be comfortable.

Then, reality hit him hard.

"Fuck."

His wife was in Sunagakure. Now he was really pissed at Naruto. This wasn't going to be a quick visit. Not with Temari's family involved and definitely not with the Suna Elders constantly complaining about how Shikadai knew more Leaf customs than Sand traditions.

This is gonna be a nightmare. But the worst part?

He wished Naruto had never found Temari's Secret Desire book.

Shikamaru reached into his vest and pulled out the small orange notebook, its pages slightly worn from how many times he had read them. The scent of vanilla lingered faintly on the cover a scent that was distinctly Temari.

He flipped open to the first page.

Written in her neat, deliberate handwriting:

Hidden Desire #1

I love my husband, Shikamaru, but our lovemaking has become... routine.

I want more.

I want rawness.

I want him to stop being so gentle.

I want him to throw out caution and stop overthinking everything.

I've heard whispers around the village that Naruto and Hinata have a very passionate marriage—that they've even been caught having sex in public places. I thought those were just rumors… but were they?

I want passion, damn it.

Shikamaru, I'm a big girl. I want him to use me however he wants to.

I want to be completely overwhelmed by the undeniable power of Shikamaru Nara.

It feels good to write this down, but I know my

husband too well.

He'll read this and say: "Why bother? Our sex life is fine."

Nothing will change.

But at least I got this off my chest.

Shikamaru stared at the words, his cigarette dangling between his fingers."Does she even know what she's asking me? Did she not understand his abilities?

He brought the cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply before exhaling a slow, steady stream of smoke.

"I'm coming for you, Temari."

She wanted to experience the undeniable force of her husband?

Fine.

Be careful what you wish for.

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Temari stepped out of the shower, steam swirling around her as she reached for a towel. Back in her childhood room, she brushed through her damp blonde hair, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her green eyes held a sharpness that hadn't dulled over the years. With practiced ease, she parted her hair into four ponytails, securing them in the traditional Suna style before slipping into her village attire a cropped green top paired with loose green pants.

The moment she stepped outside, a familiar pair of strong arms lifted her effortlessly off the ground. "Well, if it isn't Temari Nara, finally remembering where she came from" a deep voice teased.

Temari sighed, already knowing who it was. "Kenji, put me down." The towering man chuckled, his 6'5 frame still intimidating despite his playful nature. His reddish-brown hair was slightly shorter than she remembered, but his honey-brown eyes still carried the same warmth. Broad-chested, stacked with layers of solid muscle, he was far from the scrawny, sniffling boy she had grown up with.

"No problem," he said, gently setting her back on the ground. Temari looked him over, shaking her head. It was still hard to believe this was the same childhood friend who used to cry whenever she beat him in training.

Kenji smirked, crossing his arms. "Damn, don't you look good?" His eyes traveled over her figure in appreciation."Don't." She shot him a flat look. "Save your compliments for your fangirls. I'm married, remember?" She held up her wedding ring, flashing it as a reminder.

Kenji grinned, pressing a hand dramatically to his chest."How could I forget? That was the day you broke my heart." Temari smirked. "Oh, right. Was that before or after those two sisters dragged you off?" she teased, poking his chest.

Kenji snorted, his dimples denting his cheeks. "Yeah, yeah. I was so devastated, I needed to find some comfort." He leaned in slightly. "Don't be jealous, Temari."

"I'm not." Still grinning, they headed toward the Kazekage's office, where Gaara greeted her with a rare smile His bright green eyes softened at the sight of his sister."Temari, I have great news Naruto is on his way here with Hinata." Her brows lifted in pleasant surprise. "Really? Hinata too? That's great!" She was genuinely happy for them, always glad to see Naruto and Hinata doing well. Gaara nodded. "That's not all."

Temari tilted her head. "What else?"

"Shikamaru is coming as well." Temari froze. Her heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushing red before she could stop it. He was coming to see her? Excitement fluttered in her chest..until Gaara added, "He's coming to retrieve Naruto." Temari's mood immediately soured.

"Oh." She masked her disappointment quickly, forcing a neutral , however, noticed. His honey-brown eyes flickered with understanding before a smirk curled at his lips. "I'm sure he wants to see you too, Temari." His voice was calm, easygoing, but there was something knowing in his tone. "Any man would miss his wife after two months." Temari "Yeah," she muttered, voice tight., crossing her arms. A lie.

She was pissed. She had gotten her hopes up for nothing. Gaara, already back to typing on his computer, barely glanced at her before adding, "I've already had a room prepared for Shikamaru."

Temari exhaled through her nose. Great. That meant another visit with separate rooms a Suna tradition meant to maintain decorum for married couples. But honestly? That wasn't why Shikamaru never touched her when they visited. "What, is he afraid? I'm his wife." Was he that terrified of Gaara? Temari sighed sharply, frustration curling at the edges of her already-short patience. Had she loved the fact that she had once scared Shikamaru? Yes.

Did she regret it now? Absolutely.

Temari clenched her fists. "Alright, thanks." She turned toward the door, her mind already distracted by she could leave, Kenji stopped her, his large hand almost reaching for hers before hesitating. "You know I'm here, right, Temari?" His voice was softer swallowed, not meeting his eyes. "Thank you," was all she said before brushing past him, heading toward the training grounds.

She needed to hit something.

Preferably hard.

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Hope you enjoyed this bonus chapter! The next chapter update will continue with Naruto Hinata's Desire #11. Until next time.

Sneak Preview: Secret book of Desire by Lady Temari Nara Bonus Chapter: Two

Temari couldn't move.

A shiver ran down her spine, her body caught between fear and excitement. A sensation..something dark, something unseen..crawled over her skin.

She couldn't see.

"Shikamaru?" Her voice was steady, but inside, her pulse pounded.

A whisper, barely audible, brushed against her ear.

"Temari."

She whipped her head around, but there was nothing only shadows stretching around her, consuming the room in a way that made her stomach tighten."Where are you?" she asked, breathless.

Silence.

Then, his voice...low, teasing, full of something dangerous. "In the shadows, where I am the master."

A sharp gasp left her lips as invisible hands...his shadows...brushed along her thighs, her waist, the curve of her hips.

"It wasn't enough, was it?" Shikamaru murmured. Temari's body trembled.

"You wanted all of me."

Her eyes widened as a rush of pleasure flooded her senses.

"Fuck…" she whispered.

Another breath. Another whisper.

"Now I'm going to give you all of me."

A pause.

"Can you handle it?"