WARNING: graphic content, adult/mature readers only. In fact some mature readers may decide this isn't for them. Read at your own risk.

NARUTO and its characters are owned by Masashi Kishimoto.

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NO SERIOUSLY, THIS IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. XXX etc. If you're new there's sort of a plot but mostly lemons...lemons as far as the eye can see.

This chapter takes place the night before Chapter 10.

Sorry to be confusing. On with the smexxx...

"Stop fidgeting," ordered Temari.

Shikamaru shifted his balance to land squarely over both feet. "I'm not fidgeting."

"Yes, you are."

He started to scowl and then he stopped himself. He started to roll his eyes, and then he stopped himself.

"If you say I'm being a pain because you're the one who can't deal with things like a grown up, I'm just going to go back to my hotel room." Temari warned.

Shikamaru scoffed. He was about to say she was being a pain but he didn't want to admit it. "I wonder where Choji is."

Temari hummed. "Well we did get here a few minutes early. So he's probably still on his way. What about your other teammate, Ino? Is she coming?"

"Yeah, Choji said she was."

"You don't know yourself?"

Shikamaru shifted his foot and barely kept himself from bouncing nervously. "I haven't been able to check in with Ino in a while. I think the last time I saw her was the last time we had a team dinner, two months ago."

Temari quietly let an eye roam up and down Shikamaru's form. "That was before our joint recon mission."

Shikamaru forced his feet to stay planted, arms stiffly at his sides with hands in his pockets. "Yeah."

"So...I guess it's safe to guess that she doesn't know I'm in the village or pretty much anything else about us."

"Us?" Shikamaru choked out. "What...what would she know..."

Temari sighed and shook her head. "I just meant that I'm basically here because you asked me." She folded her arms and looked up at Shikamaru's face. "Your Hokage could have let Gaara pick any jonin to come advise on future joint missions, but she asked for me specifically. I'm not an idiot and neither is Gaara - you're one of the people in charge of those missions and you must have asked for me by name."

Shikamaru felt a little warmth creep up his neck and reach for his cheeks. "Well...why wouldn't I? We've worked together lots of times. It would be a pain to learn how to work with anyone else."

Temari blinked. "So. It's just a practicality?"

Shikamaru detected a dangerous note in her voice. The kind of note that indicated her question might not be quite so straightforward and the wrong answer could mean consequences that could take a very long time to overcome. It seemed to be the kind of question women loved to trap him with. There was no easy strategy for avoiding or getting past them.

"Mah..." He took a long breath. "It's more practical to have you here than in Suna and us trying to communicate by messenger birds."

"Communicate about what, Shikamaru?" Temari's eyes narrowed.

Where the hell was Choji? "uh...all the...everything we've already been talking about. You know." The heat on Shikamaru's face was spreading and intensifying. He curled his toes to keep his feet from shifting.

"Do I know?" Temari turned to face Shikamaru full on. "Because it seemed to me that if it was just a matter of advising on missions then I don't need to be in Konoha anymore. But if I'm also here because of a certain letter you sent me-"

Shikamaru cut her off with more delight than he would normally ever muster. "Choji! About damned time!"

"Hey Shikamaru, hey Temari. Yeah, sorry I'm a couple minutes late, my mom made me run an errand at the last minute." Choji appeared more red-faced than usual and was breathing a little hard.

"Run is right," said Shikamaru.

"Did you run all the way from your house?" Temari asked.

"Actually, I had to take some stuff to my dad 'cause he's pulling a double shift on the Western gate. I ran all the way there and then all the way here."

"That sounds far," said Temari.

"Heh. It is. Choji's house is only five minutes from here, but the Western gate is on the other side of the village."

"Yup!" Choji grinned. "I hate being late for dinner!"

Shikamaru chuckled. "Well, we're still waiting for-"

"If you're going to say you're waiting for me, you don't have to." Ino stepped around Choji. "Hi everyone." She gave Temari a slightly confused look and then turned to Shikamaru.

"Uh, right, cool. We're all here. Let's get a table!" Shikamaru was about to turn to go inside the restaurant when twin um's from Temari and Ino stopped him in place. How troublesome. "Oh, uh, right. So um I invited Temari to eat with us since she's in the village and I didn't want to leave her on her own." With a nod Shikamaru turned and headed into the restaurant.

Temari rolled her eyes and followed. Choji gave Ino a smile and gestured for her to enter. Once she did he followed after.

At the table Shikamaru looked up in surprise when Temari slid in next to him instead of Choji. He knew why she was pushing him in these little ways but wished she would give him a little slack. He'd never gotten to "check in" with Ino even though he had meant to for several weeks. He didn't want to shock her but now it couldn't be helped.

Choji sat across from him and Ino was across from Temari. Ino watched them quietly studying Shikamaru's movement and Temari's reactions. She could tell without the need of putting her mind into theirs that each of them was hyper aware of the other one.

As the conversation started and stopped over recent missions and goings on with family, Ino found she could half way relax. She was safe with her teammates after all. And she accepted with a bit of relief that Shikamaru wouldn't be asking if she wanted to spend the night.

At one point Ino looked up and found Temari looking steadily back at her. Ino felt a little cornered and intimidated. She tried to smile but her mouth didn't seem to work. Finally Temari mercifully looked away.

The conversation died down a little when the food finally came. Shikamaru gave Temari the quickest explanation possible about grabbing food before Choji could get to it. Ino's big-boned teammate chuckled like it was a badge of pride.

Shikamaru passed dipping sauces back and forth with Temari and tried to ignore the weight of Ino's stare. She was likely feeling miffed that he hadn't given her the latest gossip on his own life. She would want to know what Temari was to him, why he was taking so much time with her... He took a deep breath and pushed away the feeling of guilt. He hadn't done anything wrong!

He and Temari had only worked together and anyway it wasn't like Ino had been his girlfriend at any point in time...

But then Temari looked at him out of the corner of her eye with a tone of exasperation. She gracefully slid out of her seat and excused herself to the bathroom.

Shikamaru stared after her, silently pleading not to be left alone. Temari knew exactly what would happen next: he would be on the spot to explain why they were together all the time. Temari had reminded him a couple of times in advance of her visit that he might want to mention this to Ino. She had pointed out that Ino would feel entitled to know, and insulted at being left out. But every time Shikamaru had thought about going to see Ino just to tell her it had seemed too troublesome.

But now Ino was sitting there staring at him and when she cleared her throat he knew he was completely out of time.

"So, Shikamaru, you and Temari are spending a lot of time together recently. Something you would like to share?"

"Uh, what? Oh, um. Well, we're working together a lot and-"

"Oh come off it! You don't go to dinner with people that just work with you. We've been through so much as a team and at home and that's why we eat together. Where does Temari fit into this?"

Choji laid meat out on the grill in front of him and then looked up. "Yeah, it would be cool to know, Shikamaru."

He groaned. "Not you too."

"Hey it's not a big deal," said Ino. "It's just that you'd think if you got a new girlfriend you would tell your oldest friends in the world."

"She's not my girlfriend!" Shikamaru blamed the grill for the expanding heat on his face.

Ino blinked at him, completely unmoved. "Is that what Temari thinks too? You're not her boyfriend?"

Shikamaru's stomach flopped with nerves. He was so, so screwed. "She's not my girlfriend." He wanted to leave it at that but it sounded more and more like a lie. "Yet." He finally conceded.

"Ah-ha!" Ino's sky blue eyes danced. She loved juicy gossip. "So is this a kind of a date?"

"No! Uh... I just thought going out with us would be better than eating alone in her hotel. And it just seemed like-"

"It's cool, bro. I'm glad she makes you happy." Choji expertly flipped the meat sizzling on the grill.

Happy? thought Shikamaru. She's such a pain. But he had finally gotten to the point of admitting to himself that he didn't like it when she wasn't around. She could be so scary...but she made the moments with her feel electric, alive, like the air in his lungs was dancing.

"See, Choji?" Ino winked at Shikamaru. "Talking about Temari makes him drift off into space. He's probably thinking about her and completely forgetting about us."

"Yeah, I see what you mean." Choji nodded and then plucked the meat from the grill.

"Tsch. This is such a drag." Shikamaru complained.

"What's a drag this time?" Temari appeared at the end of the bench and slid back to her seat.

"Um..." answered Shikamaru.

"Shikamaru was just telling us that you-"

Shikamaru cut Ino off. "I was just explaining about our joint missions. You're going to be in Konoha for a while longer."

Temari arched an eyebrow at him like she that was news to her but finally turned to the food, or what was left of it. "Yeah, I'm not sure how long exactly, maybe another week, then I'll go back to Suna. If Gaara likes the plans your Hokage makes then we'll work together more. He might even ask for one of you to come out to Suna to spend a week there as the Konoha liaison and basically do what I'm doing now."

"Is that so?" Ino smiled sweetly. "Is he going to ask for Shikamaru the way Tsunade-sama asked for you?"

Temari smirked. "He might. Or he might ask for a jonin. Gaara places a lot of value on leadership." She turned to give Shikamaru a pointed look. "People who dodge their responsibilities don't exactly look like leadership material."

"Maaaann." Shikamaru groaned and sat back in his seat. "That's why it's such a drag. I already led several groups in the field. But just because I'm not a jonin..."

"Gaara just needs to see that you intend to become a jonin. But if you call everything a drag then why should anyone take you seriously?"

Ino watched Shikamaru and Temari bicker back and forth without any real venom. They liked each other so much it was obvious. She wanted that, Ino found herself thinking. She wanted to be with someone she liked. She wanted to be comfortable with someone enough to bicker and absently smile at them the way Shikamaru and Temari were doing.

Her attention fell on her mug of tea. She drank from it as she mused. She could have that, maybe. She could talk to a counselor who could help her feel more stable. She glanced at the couple in front of her and made her decision.

Choji had polished off the last of the meat so the foursome paid their bill and exited the restaurant.

Ino couldn't help teasing Shikamaru just a bit more. After all, he had sprung this Temari business on them, when he obviously knew full well that she would be coming to visit for ages without bothering to tell anyone. "So, Temari, will we be seeing more of you during your stay? Or will Shikamaru monopolize all of your time?"

Shikamaru stood still as if electrified. Temari looked stunned and cleared her throat. "Uh, I'm going to be busy a lot of the time. But, um, I should have my evenings free." She gave Ino a confused look.

"Oh really?" Ino smiled back. "Here I was thinking Shikamaru might show you around town. Maybe he'll ask you out to-"

"Temari has already seen the village before." Shikamaru interrupted. He needed to get the two of them out of there before Ino really said something troublesome.

"Yeah, but has she seen the romantic spots? You know all those places couples go to? Shouldn't you take Temari to them?" Ino gave Temari a sly look.

Temari looked a little shocked but recovered quickly. "I don't know why I'd want to see something like that, especially with a deadbeat like this." She glanced at Shikamaru.

"Aww maan..." Shikamaru groaned. "Come on, Temari, I'll take you back to your hotel."

"Wait a minute, now." She said. "Ino asked if I'll see more of your team. I'd like to answer her. After all if you don't want to be alone with me..."

Shikamaru tsked impatiently. Of course he wanted to be alone with her! Did he have to write it on a banner and march it around town?!

"Yeah, Shikamaru," Ino interjected. "Aren't you going to ask Temari out..." Ino paused, pretended to cough, and continued, "...side of work what she would like to do while she's here?"

Shikamaru twitched and gave a strangled sound.

"It's okay, Ino," Temari said, eyes closed. "Shikamaru only puts up with me because of our work. He thinks I'm a pain in the neck and doesn't actually like being around me." She shrugged. "I'm used to it, after all-"

Shikamaru felt like he was watching himself from deep inside his own head. He had stepped toward Temari trying to force her to be quiet. He couldn't think of a thing to say though and found that his body instinctively solved the problem by pressing his lips to hers.

For a second Temari froze hard against Shikamaru, stunned and halfway wondering if she should treat this as an attack. But Shikamaru's hands tightened around her waist and her hands slipped over to his back and her whole chest felt like it was made of light. His lips worked against hers and the rest of the world fell away.

Ino was about to point and make a caustic remark but Choji stopped her with a soft "hey." She looked at him.

"You kinda pushed him into that, Ino. So let him enjoy it." He wore a small smile and looked her in the eyes. His face was completely friendly and open.

"Mmh Yeah I guess you're right."

"Let's just go home, I bet they forgot about us by now."

"Okay." They turned up the street that led to Ino's home. "Hey, did you know Temari was going to be at dinner tonight?"

"Nope. I just knew that Shikamaru was going on missions with her. And I think he finally admitted to himself that he likes her."

Ino rolled her eyes. "Jeez. About time. I think everybody noticed it back when they first met."

"Yeah, but I think this time they're ready."

Ino looked at Choji and chuckled. "If you say so. Temari is not going to let him get away with being lazy."

"Yup. And she's gonna have to be a little bit nicer to him."

Ino grinned. "You and Shikamaru." She shook her head. "You always understood him. Maybe better than he understood himself."

Choji grinned and scratched his head. "Well we've been friends since we were tiny kids so we kinda get each other."

Ino fell silent for a moment. She liked their friendship. It was warm and safe.

"You seem happier too."

"Huh?"

"A few days ago when I asked if tonight would be a good night for a team dinner you looked really sad. And at first tonight I thought you were still sad. But you look really happy now."

Ino gave a small smile. "I guess I am, a little. It was a good dinner."

"That's the power of barbeque! It always makes me feel better!"

Ino laughed. "Sure, okay."

A few minutes later they arrived at her house and said their goodbyes. Choji gently put his arms around her and Ino wrapped her arms around his girth. Choji gave such great hugs.

Choji was long gone and Ino was preparing for bed when she realized that she had let Choji - a guy! - not just touch her but hug her. And it had felt good. She smiled. She was definitely on the right track.

Then she realized that meeting with the counselor would mean she would have to miss work in the morning and she ran out of her room to find her mother.

Outside Temari's hotel room Shikamaru leaned on an arm against the wall while Temari fumbled to unlock the door as fast as she could. He licked his lips and could hardly keep from grinning.

Out on the street outside of the restaurant passers by had started muttering to get a room and coughing loudly at them. Shikamaru wanted to laugh at their stupid discomfort. Even though somewhere in his mind he knew if he saw a couple making out in the middle of the road he would be annoyed, right now he couldn't begin to care. In fact the more they disapproved the more he wanted to force them to watch.

But finally Temari had pulled away, a soft blush on her cheeks. Her green-blue eyes blinked in astonishment and they realized Ino and Choji had abandoned them. They held each other and laughed for a minute before setting off for her hotel.

"Come on, dammit!" Temari mumbled to the door.

"In a hurry?"

"This thing is just being stupid."

"A key and lock is besting you? I thought you were a deadly ninja?"

"Hey, unless you want me to destroy the door, you can just shut up!" Temari twisted the key in the lock and jiggled the doorknob viciously. "Dammit!"

Out of frustration, Temari turned and leaned on the door against her back. Shikamaru took advantage of the relative seclusion and stepped up against her. He placed a hand on her hip and planted his feet between hers and kissed her soundly.

Holding her head on one side he dipped his mouth to her neck and raked the side with his teeth. Temari answered his movements with shivers and sighs.

She wrapped one arm around his back and the other very low on his waist. Shikamaru kissed her deeper and when she groaned he pushed his tongue into her mouth. He explored her as she gently sucked on his tongue, making him groan in turn.

When Temari let a hand slip over his butt and squeeze a cheek, Shikamaru started in surprise. It pulled Temari off the door and she chuckled.

Shikamaru grunted and pushed her back against the door but just then the lock slipped out and the door swung open. He had to act fast to keep both of them from falling to the floor. He collected her in his arms and swept them into the hotel room as she squeaked and held onto him.

"Heh, if I didn't know better," he smirked, "I'd say I just saved you from falling on your ass." He let Temari collect her feet under her.

Temari scoffed. "But you do know better. I wouldn't have fallen over but you grabbed me so it was easier to go with it than to fight you." She pulled back so she could look up at him. He could be so insufferable! Good thing he was so cute.

"Yeah, right. You're on a streak with the door and losing your balance."

Temari took a half step back, a look of disbelief on her face. This was how he wanted to play it? Fine. "Oh, I'm on a streak? What about you, blushing boy? Your face was red all through dinner. And letting Ino corner you like that? I thought you were some kind of genius mastermind ninja?"

"You weren't helping me at all!" He accused.

"Are you kidding me? I wanted to know what Ino wanted to know! And you could have saved yourself a ton of embarrassment and just admitted you liked me up front!"

"Auughhh!" Shikamaru groaned. He considered this matter settled and didn't want to rehash it. "Why did it have to come to embarrassment anyway? What business is it of Ino's?"

Temari smacked her forehead with her palm. "Gah for a genius, you really can be such an idiot." She sat on a tiny bench in the foyer of the room and began tugging off her shoes. "She's your ex and your teammate. She's also your friend. It's not like you have to get her approval or anything, but at least admit that she's allowed to care about what's going on in your life."

"Tsch. She isn't my ex because we were never girlfriend-and-boyfriend."

Temari stopped mid-tug. "Really. You seriously think that."

Shikamaru blinked at her. "Well, yeah. We sort of tried to date but I already told you that didn't work."

Temari shook her head and shook out her shoe. "You tried to date after you were already sleeping together."

Shikamaru's dark gray eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Don't give me that look! From your letters it was obvious you were getting laid and I figured out it was Ino from when you said you needed to date your teammate. That's the word you used, 'needed.'" She began working on the other shoe. "I'm not a military genius but I know you would never 'need' to date anyone."

Shikamaru made a face; he still wanted to hold onto his position. "But we never said we were girlfriend-and-boyfriend."

Temari rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine, technically you can go with that. But you were still super close. Even your best bud, Choji hasn't been that close to you." She stared at him. "Or has he?"

"No!" Shikamaru recoiled.

"Okay then. Look, it's not like you now have to tell Ino every little detail of your life, but if you care about her and respect what you did have then you could at least be aware of her feelings."

Shikamaru knew he was defeated and sighed. "Fine." He watched Temari as she stretched her toes and stood up gracefully. "I guess I should go then."

Temari hitched. "Go?"

"Well yeah, I got you to your hotel, you clobbered me in an argument..." Shikamaru stared at Temari. He had become more and more aware of the couple of feet between them and the powerful force he didn't quite understand the kept him from reaching out to her whenever he wanted.

Temari stared back. He really could be soooo thick. "Let me explain something and I hope it's the last time I have to say something like this." She stepped forward and placed a hand over his chunin vest. "When you almost literally fall into a woman's room because you're kissing her, you have all the invitation you need." She gave him a pointed look. "All of it."

"But..." Shikamaru admittedly did want to pick up where they left off. "Why do I have to initiate?"

Temari closed her eyes and silently counted to ten. When she opened them she turned to the living room and began turning on lights leading into the bedroom. "Is that why it took years for you to invite me to come visit you in Konoha? Because you're too lazy to initiate?"

"Temari?" Shikamaru called after she disappeared into the bedroom.

"Whatever, Shikamaru." Temari began pulling off her weapons and other gear she wore over her clothes. "Either you can show yourself out or you can be a man and get in here to do-"

Her voice fell away when she felt Shikamaru pull her toward him. He had practically materialized in the room - without shoes on - and he wrapped his arms around her. He leaned in to whisper. "You were seeing that Ryuu guy."

"What?" Temari cocked her head to look up at him.

"I wanted to invite you but right when I was thinking I should do it you sent a letter that said you were dating a guy named Ryuu."

Temari hitched. "And that's why you didn't want me to come visit?"

Shikamaru gave a shrug. "It seemed weird. And," He looked down for a moment. "It kinda sucked to read that."

Temari blinked. "I... it... that was more than a year ago. You wanted to invite me all the way back then?"

"Yeah." Shikamaru took in a breath.

"But Ryuu and I broke up... Oh I get it. By then you were dating Ino so I tried to date other guys and that's why you never felt like it was the right time."

Shikamaru grunted. "I probably would have liked seeing you even before a year ago, but I was too immature." He slipped a hand to her shoulder and traced his fingertips up along her neck. "I was still kinda immature when I got that letter about you dating Ryuu. Not too long after that I tried to call Ino's bluff on her constant flirting."

Temari chuckled. "And you found out she wasn't bluffing?"

"Not as far as being a hormonal teenager, no. And also not as far as being a seriously insightful kunoichi. She worked out pretty quick that we were good in bed because we were good teammates. But romance is something else and we could never work that out together."

"But once you and Ino broke up I was dating someone else, so it took a while to get the timing right."

"Yeah, something like that." Shikamaru pressed his face to the crook of Temari's neck and enjoyed her smell.

"Hm."

"What is it?"

"Oh nothing. I just thought that I owe Ino some thanks for cornering you like she did." Temari gave him a grin. "She totally did me a favor."

Shikamaru realized they were veering toward dangerous territory again. He took the one course of action he'd learned would spare him some pain - he inclined his head and lay his lips gently against Temari's.

Temari smiled against his lips before giving in and pressing herself into him. She moaned softly and pulled back just enough to trace his lips with her tongue.

Now Shikamaru moaned and muttered her name against her mouth. "Temari..."

"Yeah?"

"I want you."

"You got me."

Shikamaru wrapped his arms around Temari and pulled her flush against him, in the middle of her hotel bedroom. They stood together, wrapped in the embrace of each other, sharing their breath and learning the feel and scent of each other's mouth.

Shikamaru finally pulled back for a breath and pressed his cheek to the side of Temari's head. He felt so good right now, holding her. And the way she gripped his clothes she seemed to feel similarly.

He looked around the room. The bed on one side of the room was large and on the other side there was sturdy looking chest, with a rack for hanging clothes over it. At the foot of the bed there was a full length mirror angled into a space where the guest could get a good look at her outfits.

The set up sent a flood of possibilities into the young genius's mind.

Gently swaying with Temari, he eased her toward the bed. When she felt the mattress behind her knees Temari chuckled and sat down. She moved to pull apart the sash that held her yukata closed but stopped when Shikamaru put his hand over hers.

"We'll get to that," he promised. Then he slid in behind her, quickly ditching his chunin vest and accommodating his legs around her thighs.

Temari giggled when she felt his breath on her neck. "I'm surprised you don't want to get right down to business. It doesn't seem your style to do any extra work."

"I feel like taking my time." He muttered against her ear. He nibbled on the shell and let a hand trace the hem of her yukata. "It didn't seem your style to rush."

"Heh." Temari twisted around enough to press her mouth to Shikamaru's. She could feel his fingers playing over her collarbone and she wanted him to never stop touching her.

Temari let her head fall back on Shikamaru's shoulder and closed her eyes as his fingers slipped in under her yukata and then drew back out. A hand slipped over her breast lightly and kept going and then Shikamaru was embracing her and inhaling deeply against her hair. Temari snuggled in against him.

"Hm. Do you mind if I take your hair out of the ties?" He asked.

"Mh? Sure, I guess. Can I play with your hair too?" She grinned.

Shikamaru answered with a chuckle and a kiss to her temple. Deftly he slipped her hair from the ties and smoothed down her hair. "It's kind of curly."

"Yeah, that's why I have it up like that all the time, otherwise it knots up. And it's kind of a disaster when I get up in the morning, so I don't want any comments, okay?"

Shikamaru massaged Temari's scalp gently with his fingertips. "Hm, you seem to be assuming that I'll be here in the morning."

Temari's eyes had slid shut but now they popped open. Then she smirked. "Well, not if you give me a reason to throw you out." She sighed happily as Shikamaru used both hands on her scalp. "That won't happen any time soon."

Shikamaru kept working on the scalp, very slowly lowering his hands so they moved to massage Temari's neck. Then they slowly, very slowly moved down to her shoulders, alternately kneading and rubbing. He cleared a spot on the back of her neck and bent forward to kiss it.

Temari moaned softly under his hands. Then he whisked his tongue over the skin, tasting her sweat and the scent of her hair. One hand slipped over her front and found the hem of her yukata again. He tugged lightly over her collarbone to give himself just a little more access to her skin. Temari giggled and squirmed like she was eager to put her own hands to use.

But also, he was tickling her! Temari could usually control her tickle reflex, but this patient, adorable genius was making her nerves jump!

When she couldn't take it any more she twisted away and half turned so she could face him. She pressed a kiss on his lips and reached up to take his ponytail in hand. Shikamaru wrapped his arms around her as she pulled his hair free. Temari looked up to see his hair spill through her fingers.

"It looks better up, doesn't it?"

Temari smiled. "I never would have guessed it's so soft! Wow it's as fine as baby hair!"

Shikamaru made a face. "That's not exactly manly."

"Are you kidding? I'm glad you tie it up! Otherwise girls would be touching your hair all the time!"

"Hm." It occurred to Shikamaru that Ino had liked to play with his hair, but she hadn't mentioned the texture.

Temari grinned as she raked her fingers through Shikamaru's hair. "It's so nice, I love it."

Shikamaru grunted and arranged himself on the bed, then pulled Temari to him. They lay on their sides, Temari with her head on Shikamaru's arm, and reaching up to continue playing with his hair. Shikamaru lay a hand low on Temari's waist and closed his eyes. "I could definitely fall asleep with you doing that."

"Hey!" Temari gathered a bunch of hair in her fist and pulled it - not hard, but unmistakably. "You said you wanted to take your time, not go to sleep and hope the tilting of the planet would take care of the rest."

With a groan Shikamaru opened his eyes and rolled over Temari, pushing her onto her back. "You really are a pain."

Temari gave a squeak as she felt her yukata slip, suddenly falling very loose on her. She hadn't noticed that Shikamaru had untied her obi! His weight on her kept it closed but without him she wouldn't have to move very much to be exposed. "How did you...?"

Shikamaru smirked. Then he bent his neck and pressed his lips to hers. He worked against her, thrusting his tongue in and drawing hers out. He wanted to possess her, he wanted to melt right into her. "Temari," he growled into her ear.

He slipped a hand to her exposed belly and ran his fingertips lightly along the skin. He could feel her quiver under him even though the rest of her body didn't shake. Temari had amazing control, just like he knew she would.

But then he moved over to the other side of her face and trembled and made a little sound. He looked at her and she had a little, embarrassed smile on her face. "What is it?"

"Your hair is so fine it tickles!"

Shikamaru smirked. "You're ticklish?"

Temari blinked and her eyes went wide. "Th-that's not...HEY!"

Shikamaru couldn't resist testing his theory and moved his fingertips over belly more insistently and then on her side. Then he could feel that Temari was fighting squirming and she pushed at his shoulders to try to dislodge him. But he pressed down and moved his fingers up her sides until she couldn't keep the giggles inside.

"Haaaa Shikamaru...augh! ahahah! Stop it! Stop, dammit! heeheehee!"

Shikamaru chuckled as Temari wriggled against him. He would have never guessed that she was ticklish! But soon she changed tactics from pushing his shoulders to grabbing his wrists and pulling them from her sides.

With nothing to hold him up, Shikamaru collapsed softly against Temari. Her eyes were huge as she realized that her yukata had fallen open. And, even though her grip kept Shikamaru from moving his arms, the weight of his torso pinned her down.

At first she thought she he was struggling against her from the movement of her yukata around her shoulders and sides but she quickly realized that his shirt lay on her belly unmoving.

And then she was being tickled again!

"Ahahahah! AHHHHhahahDAMMIT!" She gathered her strength and managed to shove a knee in between them. She forced Shikamaru's arms to lock and used them as levers to force him off, knocking him to one side of the bed. She saw them retract under him as he moved to sit up.

"Shadows?! Who said you were allowed to use shadows?" Temari pulled herself up to sitting. Her yukata fell softly at her sides. She quirked an eyebrow at Shikamaru as he tore his eyes away from her matching black lace undies and bra.

"Well you said I was invited, if you remember. It didn't sound like I needed permission to tickle you."

Caught up, Temari hitched. "Well maybe there should be a way we can say if something is too much."

"Like a safe word?"

"Um. I guess?" Temari fiddled with the hem of her yukata, unwilling to admit she didn't know what that meant. "It's one thing if you tickle me and something else if you use shadows - I know those things are weapons!"

"Hmm." Shikamaru's gaze turned serious as if the wheels of his great mind were turning. "I guess I see your point, but we're shinobi right? Anything we can use can instantly go from being a tool to being a weapon and vice versa. If I can use a sword as a step ladder why not use my shadow manipulation to untie your obi?"

"Is that how...!" Temari choked, she'd quite forgotten about the mystery of her yukata coming open.

"Heh, yeah. I wasn't sure it would work but I thought I'd try using shadow stitching on your clothes while my hands did... other things." Shikamaru gave her a sly grin and Temari found she smiled back easily.

"I didn't mean to startle you, though." Shikamaru looked a little embarrassed. "Uh... do you know how to use a safe word?"

Temari ran a hand through her unbound hair. "I've never done that before."

Shikamaru nodded, loose hair swinging at the sides of his face. "Me neither. I read it in a book."

Temari snorted, "Oh yeah? What kind of book?"

Shikamaru blushed slightly and then choked out, "Oi, oi, you can't make me embarrassed at having a libido! I can read Icha Icha books like anyone else. They were written by one of Konoha's famous sannin, Jiraya!"

Temari laughed, "Aren't those the trashy novels that are in the adult section of sketchy book stores?"

Shikamaru grumbled, "Don't diss them, they're kind of fun. If we were at my place, I'd show you."

"If we were at your place... don't you live with your parents?"

Shikamaru tossed his head back and let out an elaborate groan. "Maaaaaannn, you said you didn't care about that since you live with your brothers!"

Temari giggled. "It's just too easy to make you get bent out of shape! Look, I'll make you a deal, you let me undress you and you explain this safe word thing to me." To sweeten the deal Temari slid up against Shikamaru's chest and sealed her lips against his. She thought she could feel his heartbeat through his shirt.

For a moment he resisted, but Temari moved just so against him and he could feel her heat seeping through his shirt. Shikamaru gave in and kissed her back, letting his fingers roam along the edges of her yukata.

Temari pulled away and lightly pecked his forehead. "I guess that's a yes?"

Shikamaru ran a hand over the collar of Temari's yukata, gently tugging it over one shoulder. "You're very persuasive."

Temari grinned. "You have no idea."

"Mah... I think I have some idea." Shikamaru traced a finger along her collarbone to just below her throat, then he ran it down over her sternum until it met with her bra in the middle of luscious cleavage.

"Hm." Temari smirked and moved her hands to the bottom hem of Shikamaru's shirt. "Well, so what is this safe word?"

Shikamaru hummed to himself and let his arms get pulled around as Temari pulled his shirt up and off. "Basically, since people who are having sex might say anything, it's a random word that would never get said during sex. Something really weird and uncommon. The reason is that it won't be said on accident."

Temari pulled the shirt over his head none too gently and tossed it away inside out. "What's wrong with 'stop it!'"

"Well, nothing, I guess, it's just that sometimes people don't exactly mean stop, sometimes they're laughing-" Shikamaru stopped speaking for a moment as Temari grabbed his belt and hauled him up to sitting on his knees. She gave him a skeptical look and then turned her attention to his buckle. "Uh, I mean, sometimes 'stop' means slow down, sometimes it means go back to something else. A safe word is for when everything has come to a screeching halt. It's for when someone is not having fun because they're in pain or they can't breathe or something."

Temari grasped the top end of Shikamaru's pants and lined herself up so she was right against him, bra-covered breasts pressed to his chest and thumbs over the zipper. "But you've never used it. How was it used in the book?"

"Um..." A slight blush stole over Shikamaru's cheeks. "Uh...well, um..."

As slowly as she possibly could, as slowly as she could stand it, Temari unzipped Shikamaru's pants, tooth by tooth. Letting her voice pitch low she quietly spoke, "C'mon now, Shikamaru, you were just saying if we were at your place you'd show me the books. What's the big difference between letting me read a section in a book and just telling me what is on your mind? If you're mature enough to read it, aren't you mature enough to-"

"It's about BDSM!" Shikamaru's face was pink and he couldn't quite look Temari in the eye but he wasn't going to back down! "This woman convinces her lover to let her tie him up. He likes it when she... ahh.. she beats on him with a strap. But at one point she starts to..." He sucked in a breath. Just reading that section had been almost too much for him. Shikamaru had no doubt that he wasn't particularly interested in pain during sex. The tying up business, however...

"Yeah?" muttered Temari. "What did the woman do?" She pressed herself against Shikamaru once the zipper was all the way down. Her lips grazed his throat and fingertips slipped inside his shorts as if seeking a prize.

Shikamaru jolted as he felt Temari reach inside his pants for his most private place. "She...ahhhh... she put a toy into.. into his ass!"

"Hmmm..." Temari purred into Shikamaru's ear as two fingers wrapped around his hardening cock. "That was too much for our hero?"

Shikamaru panted and wrapped Temari's yukata in a fist. "He didn't like it and they didn't talk about it beforehand."

"So safe words are for unpleasant surprises, huh?" Temari licked her lips, Shikamaru was getting even harder in her hand.

"Temari... yeah, I guess. Uh..." Shikamaru wanted to pump into her hand but his pants were just too tight. He curled around her torso and felt her skin against his lips. Almost without thinking he nipped at it and licked the skin. Temari shuddered and sighed.

Temari made quick work of grasping his pants at the hips and jerking them down. She moved fast so Shikamaru couldn't counter and put a shoulder in his chest, knocking him backwards on the bed.

"Whoa!"

She giggled as she worked to haul his pants off and then the cute chunin was lying sprawled on her bed wearing just his shorts and breathing heavily. She grinned salaciously at the obvious tent Shikamaru's shorts made. Then Temari crawled over him, stopping when she could feel her knee push against Shikamaru's balls.

"I hope that wasn't an unpleasant surprise." She smirked.

"Hey," Shikamaru panted. "Let's get the safe words down and decide a couple things. If I'm not allowed to use my shadows then you're not allowed to just knock me down whenever you feel like."

"Wha...? Aren't you a man then?" Temari sat back on her ankles, ignored her yukata barely hanging onto her shoulders, giving Shikamaru a full view of her underwear. "You can't stand a girl hitting you?"

Shikamaru hitched and frowned. He gazed up at the ceiling and rubbed his chest where Temari had planted her shoulder. "I'm not big on anyone hitting me. Just because I like you doesn't mean you get to beat up on me."

Temari looked down on Shikamaru with growing nerves. Here she was scantily clad and he was ignoring her!

"Well I didn't mean to hit you very hard, you know."

Shikamaru sighed. "It wasn't too hard, but that's not the point. You hit me, and then you made fun of me because I didn't like it."

"You want me to be nicer to you?" Temari was incredulous. "You're the one who's always saying how scary I am. And now you want me to change!"

Shikamaru brought his arms behind his head and continued to study the ceiling. "Fine, you can just do whatever you want, and I'll do whatever I want."

Temari blinked and began to consider what she wanted to do. Oh she was going to make him howl! Just then she felt her yukata rustle and slide off her shoulders. When she tried to catch it she realized she couldn't move her arms. "Ach! Shikamaru! Dammit!"

She could see shadows glide over her skin and felt her bra tug in the back. "Dammit! Shikamaru! This isn't fair!"

"Oh?" Shikamaru sounded like he was bored. "Why isn't it fair? I'm not making you be nice."

"I can't do anything while you can do everything! I don't even have the stupid safe word to make you stop!"

"Oh right we were talking about that, weren't we?" Shikamaru's forehead wrinkled like he was concentrating. Probably on how to unhook her bra with shadows. "You should know I can feel all the sensations my shadows pick up as if it were skin. You feel really nice."

Temari realized she could feel the shadows too. An arm reached around her hips and played with the hem of her panties. He could completely undress her without budging! If he wanted to be completely lazy and still have his way, he totally could!

"Ugh! Okay, dammit! I'll try to go easier on you, but you have to be less lazy and do some of this work yourself!" Temari could feel that one of the hooks was undone and the other could easily be unhooked. Then the shadows swept down her torso and stopped over her thighs.

"So safe words?" Shikamaru prompted.

Temari could move her arms again and she moved back to where she was hovering over Shikamaru. She interrupted his view of the ceiling. "I'm not sure how to pick one."

Shikamaru pulled his arms from behind his head and swept his hands over her sides and along her spine. "I guess just let your mind wander somewhere and say whatever comes out."

Temari gently lowered herself so her hips lined up with his. She giggled as she accommodated herself around Shikamaru's erection. It wasn't quite as stiff as before, but definitely still interested. "Do you have a safe word?"

"Hmm. I never used one before but I think I would say, 'veranda.'" Bra easily in reach, Shikamaru unhooked the last hook and ran his fingertips over the skin that had been bound by the strap.

Temari stopped mid-sigh. "'Veranda?!'" She laughed.

"Mah... that's my word. If I say it it's because something hurts or it doesn't feel good anymore or something, and I need you to stop."

"Like if I accidentally hit you too hard? Or maybe... jam something up your butt?" Temari teased.

"Mmhh stop it," Shikamaru groaned. "Something like that. I won't say it unless I mean it, so if I say it..."

"I promise I'll stop if I hear you say that word." Temari relaxed against Shikamaru as she felt his hands trace over her shoulder blades. "But what if we decide to fool around on a veranda?" She snickered. "How can you say anything about it without me stopping every two seconds?"

Shikamaru growled into her ear. "I guess I'll have to take other measures." To prove his point he started tickling Temari around the neck and at one side of her ribs.

"Ah! Okay, okay, okay! Shikamaru, stop it!"

"You have to give me a safe word." Shikamaru's tickles grew more insistent as he wrestled Temari's legs in place so she couldn't wriggle away. Her breasts pressed against his chest delightfully.

"Augh! Okay... um... 'Shinjuku!'"

"What?"

"I said, 'Shinjuku!' It's a place I heard of one time. That's my safe word!"

"Ahh okay." Shikamaru stopped tickling her instantly and wrapped his arms around her. Temari giggled as he rolled them over.

Leaning over her, Shikamaru bent his neck so he could press a kiss to Temari's lips. Her skin moved against his and she moaned softly. Down south his shorts were becoming a pain.

He glided a hand up her arm and lightly tugged down a bra strap. Then he moved himself so he could remove the other strap. Softly, gently he swept the straps down Temari's arms and tugged the cups free from her breasts.

She breathed anxiously, moderately large breasts laying flat on her chest. Temari was sure she was safe with Shikamaru, but there was also something to the first time she was naked with the man. For just a moment she wasn't sure he would like what he saw.

But she didn't have to worry. A slow, happy smile bloomed on Shikamaru's face as he looked at her. He leaned down again so his mouth was less than an inch from her lips, and he slid a hand over her stomach and up to cradle a breast. "You are gorgeous, Temari."

She smiled as she received his kiss. She put a hand to the side of his face and pushed her fingers into his hair.

Shikamaru trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at the sides and on her collarbone. Finally he moved over the top of her chest and to a breast. When he swiped his tongue over her nipple she gasped sharply. Feather-light whispering of his tongue on one nipple and his thumb on the other made her back arch as Temari groaned.

Shikamaru put his other hand to the lace hem of Temari's panties and delved one and then two fingers. His fingers came away coated in a thick, warm fluid.

Temari gave a luxurious groan. She certainly loved all the sensations flooding her nerves but she was ready for action! Damned Shikamaru was dragging out every second. She sighed when he pushed his fingers in deep, her panties stretching around her hips. "Shika..."

"Tema..." He responded.

She slipped a hand down his side and let it snag on his shorts. Her hips moved almost involuntarily as his fingers worked inside of her. She hauled his shorts down when she could relax again.

"Someone's impatient," Shikamaru muttered as Temari tugged his length free of the shorts.

Temari scoffed and laid back again. "You're the one fucking me without taking my underwear off." She gasped deeply when Shikamaru pulsed his fingers deep inside of her. He was really good at that!

Shikamaru was enjoying the sight of Temari flushing and trying not to thrash as he curled and snapped his fingers in her cunt. Her face was blushing and a rosy color reached down over her arms and breasts. She moved with every twitch he made and it was delicious to watch.

"Shikamaru..." she whispered. Then she gave a little shriek with another pulse and panted. "Shikamaru!" She opened her eyes.

"What is it?" Shikamaru wondered if she just didn't want to use her safe word so he paused.

"Come on, don't give me that!" She eyed his cock, long, hard and exposed. "Don't you want to be in me when I come?"

Shikamaru hitched. He would have been happy to have her orgasm on his fingers...but it occurred to him that it would truly be great if the first time she came, she could see... Well, maybe if... He began to withdraw his hand slowly. "I want you do something."

Temari panted as he moved. "Yeah?"

Shikamaru got up on his knees and moved off the bed. He removed the last of his clothes and reached his wet hand to Temari. He pressed his fingers to her lips until she took them and started sucking on them. "Follow me," he whispered.

Temari rolled up to sitting, keeping his fingers in her mouth as she followed his pull. She crawled off the bed and stood up. She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them.

Then Shikamaru stepped back, gently tugging on his hand to keep her moving after him. Somehow Temari didn't bite down, merely suckling his fingers. Shimakaru smiled to see her completely naked. Then he rounded the bed so they were at the foot, between the bed and the mirror.

Shikamaru positioned Temari, who complied out of curiosity, to stand in front of him, so she was completely before the mirror. "Goddamn, Temari. You are fucking beautiful."

And she was: curvy but not very plump, her breasts hung full and slightly swaying. Her hips were a handful and a beautiful Venus cleft met pubic mound outlined by a pretty little tummy.

Shikamaru slid his hands over her hips and around her waist and rubbed his length against her full backside.

Temari found herself a little startled and confused by her feelings. She wasn't used to being this exposed - usually lights were off and there was some vague attempt at keeping a blanket over moving body parts. But standing in front of the mirror with a man whom she adored rubbing against her, flattering her and looking quite like he just wanted to melt against her...how could she explain it except to say she felt luscious. Maybe beautiful.

"So is this what you wanted me to do? Stand here like this?" Temari wondered what to do with her hands.

"Mmhh. I think for what I would like to do, I want to use my shadows. But if you don't want me to then I won't and I'll go with plan B."

Temari frowned. "What's plan B?"

Shikamaru kissed the back of her neck and lifted his chin onto her shoulder. One hand reached up and cupped a breast while the other idly traced the bare skin at her crotch. "You get on your hands and knees right here and I fuck you until we both come."

"So you would get to watch us, huh? Well... and what's plan A?"

Shikamaru gave a small smile. "We both get to watch us. I'll be braced against the bed and you in front of me, pretty much sitting on my lap."

Temari blinked and thought about that one. Shikamaru's sure touch felt really nice where it counted, but facing herself in the mirror while he enjoyed her was making her thrill in every inch of her body. "Hmm. Well, I guess that one sounds really good. Just don't make fun of me if I have to put my hands somewhere and I just end up touching myself, okay?"

"Touch yourself?" Shikamaru mused. "I wouldn't make fun of that. I'd love to see you do that."

Temari shivered. Shikamaru's lust was plain in his voice. She studied their reflexion in the mirror, the contrast of their skin where Shikamaru's tanned hands slid over her pale tummy. She leaned back against his hard chest and look back at him. "Okay. So where do your shadows come in?"

Shikamaru couldn't stop the grin that took over his face. "They'd help you stay in place... and they'd reach the parts my hands can't reach."

The naked desire in his voice at the end did a funny thing to Temari's spine as it undulated against Shikamaru. He grunted low and long as her rear pushed against his partially erect manhood.

"We'll go slow?"

"Yeah."

"And if I change my mind?"

"You'll say 'Shinjuku' and I'll stop."

Temari couldn't keep from swallowing. She had crushed on Shikamaru for years, but had really only admitted his affect on her in the past couple of years. In fact, even though she had first taken notice of the precocious genius years ago when he was still saying dumb things like girls were such a pain, her admiration was constantly outpaced by irritation at his laziness and apathy.

It had taken a few more years for Shikamaru to grow into the (reluctant) acceptance of the expectations placed on him as a talented shinobi. In those years the boy had grown in a rather adorable young man, with very nice, strong shoulders and firm hands. His emotional maturity, unfortunately, had lagged behind in development. And that, at one point, had made Temari despair so severely she gave in to a fellow Suna jonin's repeated requests for a date.

Temari turned around in Shikamaru's arms and stood on her toes to lay a kiss on his lips. His arms tightened around her and she sighed happily against him. His hard pecs brushing against her nipples was doing very funny things to her tummy. But it was her heart that felt like it was pressing against the confines of her rib cage, expanding inside of her and heating up so it felt like a white hot flame was burning a hole in her chest.

She once actually thought he didn't care about her. Temari had never been the romantic sort. She didn't look at virginity as any kind of prize to be granted to some kind of champion. She was horny and love was just a moderately inconvenient reality of being a human being. It was how she could sleep with another man while still waiting for letters from Shikamaru. Ryuu finally broke up with her when he realized she was never going to love him.

And when she dropped everything instantly to go on a mission with Shikamaru, and Kankuro couldn't stop laughing and saying she had it 'bad', she had to admit that cold, hard, rational Temari was no where to be found when it came to Shikamaru.

"Okay." She whispered against his mouth. "Okay." She had daydreamed of being with Shikamaru for well over a year, probably more if she considered the half-formed fantasies from the days before she truly understood sex. But this reality was so right and so perfect it blasted her mind. Why on earth had she ever wasted her time with anyone else?

She dragged her fingernails lightly up the back of his neck and let her fingers tangle in his hair. He grunted and shivered against, swallowing her giggles into his mouth.

When Shikamaru slipped his tongue into her mouth she captured it against her own muscle. Then she gently began to suck on it. He groaned hard and she could feel it reverberating against her chest.

She couldn't help but squeak when Shikamaru slipped a hand over her bottom and dragged her closer, lower abdomen pressing straight onto a stiffening penis.

Temari kept one hand in his hair and slipped the other one between them, intending to adjust the angle of the organ. When she put her hand around it she felt Shikamaru suck in a breath. It was hard enough now that she couldn't move it very much so she began to glide her hand along the shaft slowly and softly, simply to learn its contours. He was a good, even size, wide and long without being ridiculous.

Shikamaru was just tall enough to press a kiss to Temari's temple when she wasn't standing on her toes. Her fingers teased his cock delectably and his blood felt heated, desire burning in him like a hundred suns. But there was a solitary flame that burned even hotter in his chest. It could destroy him, and he knew it. It was more powerful than the desire, it was even more profound than his intelligence. He finally, finally understood that he couldn't do anything other than accept it.

"Temari..." He whispered into her hair.

Temari stopped moving her hand and looked up into slate gray eyes.

Shikamaru hesitated only for a moment, knowing there was no coming back from his. "I love you."

Temari lowered her eyes for a moment and Shikamaru held his breath. Then she looked up and smiled. "Good. I'd hate to be the only one who feels this way."

A corner of Shikamaru's mouth lifted. More and more of his teeth showed as a grin forced its way out of his usually placid and indifferent face. Temari grinned back.

Her grip on Shikamaru's cock tightened. Her grin turned impudent. "So, you were going to fuck my brains out?"

Shikamaru forcibly removed the grin from his face and his eyes gleamed.

Temari gave a tiny shriek as she felt a presence move between her upper thighs and slip against her nether regions. When had he...?

Shikamaru chuckled. "I would have said I'm going to make love to you, but I like the other thing too."

Using his own, real, hands he turned her back around so she was facing the mirror. From their she could see the shadow arm snaking up around her leg. Another black ribbon reached up around her waist and another around her thighs.

Temari found that she could lean back on them and they would support her weight. She looked at Shikamaru in the mirror and caught his eyes. They flashed with excitement and hidden plans but when they locked with her gaze they softened for just a moment. He really did love her.

She reached behind for him and found his waist. Shikamaru half-sat, half-crouched on the edge of the bed and used his shadows to guide her to him, keeping his hands on her hips to reassure her.

Temari tracked her movement in the mirror and as she inched back the shadows gently parted her legs until she could clearly see Shikamaru's lower half behind her. Her heart rate ticked up another notch when she realized she would be able to watch him penetrate her.

Fingers on the end of one black ribbon stretched up over a breast and tweaked a nipple. She gasped lightly and sighed as it rubbed the nipple. It was a little disorienting to feel a real finger but see a shadow. Then she gasped harder when she felt a pair of fingers slip along her labia and reach in. They were real fingers, on Shikamaru's real hand.

Over Temari's shoulder, Shikamaru stared at the mirror, watching his hand work at her crotch. Her hips moved back and forth to increase his access and half smile lingered on her face as her eyes fluttered closed.

He was hot and hard for her, but he needed to be sure she was ready. He couldn't bear the thought of hurting her on their first time together. Besides, he just couldn't get enough of her luscious moans as he pressed his fingers in circle against her little bud.

"Oh god..." She groaned.

One of her hands left his waist and went to her head. She ran her fingers through her hair and took a large clump into a fist. "Oh god, Shikamaru." She twitched.

Shadows cupped both of her breasts and played with her nipples while Shikamaru tended to her clit. He slipped a finger along her slit and wetness immediately coated it.

With the shadows he adjusted her over his length and moved her over him, the moisture slipping down over his cock. It was Shikamaru's turn to groan.

The shadow under her butt cradled her rear and he took note of her soft plumpness even as it spread her further for him. In the mirror he could see her spread out for him, tendons on her inner thighs reminding him of what a strong woman she was. He was certain now, without the shadows he would not be able to get this angle.

Against him Temari gave a little shudder. His fingers had great effect, but were not going to send her over by themselves. Not that he wanted them to.

Against her ear he muttered. "Look up. Look at us, babe. I'm going to take you now."

Blue green eyes opened, and then widened at the sight in the mirror. A wanton woman in the throes of arousal, shamelessly open and inviting had replaced her.

But Shikamaru didn't give her time to be embarrassed. Between her legs his cock slipped against her entrance, red bulb on the end seeking the way in. Both her undercarriage and his cock glistened.

Temari shivered as the shadows moved again, lifting her slightly and encouraging her hips to turn. And then the head caught just the right angle and pushed into her opening. She could even see his balls hang down, a dark rosy color, and they twitched as Shikamaru pressed further in.

Shikamaru had to reach behind him to steady himself against the bed, and he was even more glad of the shadows. He kept one hand pressed against Temari's abdomen. She steadied herself against him with one hand on his knee and the other reaching back to hold onto his waist.

Her muscles tightened around his cock too, and Shikamaru gasped. She was so fucking hot.

Finally, after an achingly slow slide, Shikamaru hit home as he was fully sheathed inside Temari. When she let out a huge, shaking breath he realized how thoroughly affected she was. Her skin along her arms and legs had darkened slightly and even her pale breasts and belly were tinged pink.

Then she twisted at the waist and leaned back on him, searching for his face, his lips. Shikamaru wrapped his arm around her tighter and held her close for a powerful kiss. They moaned against each other.

Temari straightened forward again and the movement made Shikamaru twitch into her. She made the most delicious sound, like a happy groan.

Shikamaru encouraged her to grind on him as he nibbled on her neck. Temari reached back and dragged her fingernails along his upper back and neck. She rolled her hips and slid him in and out of her. Shikamaru was dazzled, watching her eyes slide closed once again as her mouth slowly fell open and she panted in time to her movement.

Temari felt... well, she felt... god, how could she even explain it? She felt sexy and beautiful and powerful as Shikamaru held her up so she could move any way she wanted. The shadow ribbons held her up under her thighs and against her back. One hand reached up and cradled her neck so she could even relax her shoulders.

She watched herself between half lidded eyes and thrilled to know Shikamaru was also watching her and it kept him turned on. She picked up the pace with her hips and somehow felt even more aroused by her own grunts as she pounded herself on Shikamaru. Temari was running almost entirely on instinct and paid no mind to the shadow she covered with her own hand. She flicked her nipple with her own fingers and her grunts came sharper and faster.

Now Shikamaru could finally see the girl he loved so dearly falling completely into ecstasy and he wanted to push her the last little bit into full blown orgasm.

He adjusted one of his shadow hands to send it south along Temari's body. It reached over a hip and between her nether lips. He could feel it reach her slick and swollen clit. He pressed and flicked it.

"Shika...!" It was more of a shriek than a gasp and Temari squeezed his cock harder than ever.

"UGH!" If she did that much more Shikamaru wouldn't be able to hold back his own orgasm. And maybe his didn't want to. "Tema..."

"Shika..." She was ramming herself on him, eyes squeezed shut. She cried his name every so often in between little groans and shrieks

"Babe." He called to her. Then gasped as she squeezed him even harder. "Baby, open your eyes."

"Nh!" With an effort, Temari slowed down and cracked open one eye.

Shikamaru spoke to her reflection. "Let's come together. Keep your eyes on mine."

Temari couldn't speak. She was beyond words; she tried to send all of her love and want and need through her eyes to Shikamaru's.

They kept their eyes locked together as Temari began to move again. Steadily she increased her pace, rocking back and forth on Shikamaru's cock, his shadow hand thrumming on her clit. Temari played with one breast while one of Shikamaru's hands played with the other.

Her chest rose and fell faster now and the skin was darkening to a rich rosy shade.

But Shikamaru couldn't tear his eyes from hers. "Goddammit, you are beautiful."

Her pussy clutched his cock again and again and Shikamaru was doing everything he possibly could to hold himself back.

"God..." Shikamaru grunted. He didn't want to come alone. He didn't notice his eyes were sliding shut until Temari called to him.

"Don't close your eyes!"

They popped open and found Temari's eyes shadowed with lust.

The tension deep inside Shikamaru was working its way out whether he liked it or not. It promised to be big, too. "Fuck, Temari." He grunted. "FUCK."

With the shadows he lifted and pushed her back down on him again and again. Temari's hip rolls began to get wild, along with her panting. "Shikamaru, god yes. Yes, baby, yes!"

Shikamaru wanted to keep staring in Temari's gorgeous eyes, but once again, Temari proved she had the greater strength of will. Just like she always did.

With a gasping moan his eyes slid closed and he bit down on her neck as he bucked hard against her.

Temari felt the power of his desire and his love for her and it set her nerve endings on fire. Her womb clenched and then released. Her eyes closed as she wailed in release.

Somehow Shikamaru found Temari's hand and grabbed on. They moaned against each other as their bodies shook in mutual ecstasy.

Shikamaru released his shadow jutsu and clutched Temari to his chest. He growled into her neck as the last pulses of his orgasm left him, then he licked the raw place he had bitten so viciously.

Temari took large gulps of air and twisted against him. They kissed again, long and slow.

Finally they eased themselves apart, slick with sweat and other moisture, and lay back on the bed, legs dangling off the edge.

Temari drew huge breaths and snuggled against Shikamaru. As her skin began to cool she shivered slightly.

Shikamaru reached over to the side and grasped the bed cover. He pulled it down to wrap it around Temari and himself.

She giggled lightly and let her legs tangle with his. "Shikamaru..." she sighed.

"Hm?"

"I think I might just be falling for you."

Shikamaru had to smile and he was glad she wasn't looking right at his face. She would probably never stop teasing him for blushing. "That's fine by me. Right now I could fall asleep."

Temari made a face. "You would."

Shikamaru kissed her hair. "I'm sure you could use some rest too. Just don't be too surprised if I wake you up for another round in a half hour."

Now Temari looked up at him. "You want more? Or..." Her brows knitted together. "Probably you'll just want a midnight quickie."

Shikamaru pretended to be insulted. "Ugh what a pain."

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Kakashi could feel his grip on the crosspiece over his head weakening. It was a sure sign that he was getting very close. His brain was so scrambled he couldn't even remember if he was trying to hold on or if letting go was the goal.

Behind him Anko's rhythm was becoming erratic as she slid in and out of his ass, fake cock driving both of them insane. She pulled closer to him and dug her fingernails into his hips. Kakashi would never admit it, but he loved that sensation. It helped that her large breasts pressed into his back at the same time.

It also helped that his teammate and best friend kneeled in front of him, deep throating his rock hard cock. Tenzo kept a firm grip on his cock and balls, pleasuring his sempai but not letting him come until Anko gave the signal.

Kakashi couldn't help whimpering "Tenzo!" at the amazing feeling. Immediately there was a hot sting on his right butt cheek. Anko snarled at him for muttering the other man's name before hers.

It was a little game and Kakashi went along with it. "Please!" She slapped his ass again. "Stop!" Slap! "No!"

He jerked at each smack and his kohai responded each time, groaning and tightening his grip on Kakashi's balls.

Kakashi finally lost track of the crosspiece, the people pressing on him and pleasuring him, he forgot words and slipped into complete ecstasy. The ropes kept him from falling over as his nerves jumped and he cried out.

Anko gave a muffled scream. She wrapped her arms around Kakashi's waist to hold on as her orgasm traversed her body. No ropes held her up. Her strap-on pressed directly on her clit and delivered every move Kakashi made back into her.

Yamato eased himself back, massaging Kakashi as he went. His sempai was weak from the exertion and he loved the feeling. He loved making Kakashi feel like this. Kakashi certainly knew his feelings but didn't openly acknowledge them. Only at times like this was his guard down.

From some secret place Anko produced a knife and cut Kakashi down. The three of them slowly collapsed onto the carpet in her apartment and fell to cuddling and kissing.

Kakashi kissed Tenzo deeply, eager to taste himself, to silently thank him for his tender attention. And it just so happened that Tenzo was a fantastic kisser. Then Tenzo stretched up and met Anko in a hard kiss.

Anko didn't like kissing very much, but post orgasm always left her amenable to other people's desires. She was still feeling the thrill of coming into Kakashi's ass flickering through her body like lightning. He had need on his tongue and she could taste it. She pushed him onto his back and licked down his chiseled chest to his hard cock.

She had started to work on him with her mouth when she felt a poking behind her. With a start she realized it was Kakashi with her strap-on. Her nerves were still to raw, he knew that! "Balloon!"

Kakashi froze. This was only the second time he made her use her safe word. He would pay for that eventually.

Anko looked back at him, giving him a dirty look. "I'm not ready yet, and you know that. Yamato has been waiting patiently, so get up here and help me out!"

Kakashi nodded and scooted up to crouch opposite Anko. They worked together, licking Yamato's pole, smoothing down his chest and holding him down as he came and came.

So sorry, on top of not working on my FF for a long time, last time I put up the wrong chapter. Or, I mean, I was supposed to make this chapter 10 and the last chapter was supposed to be chapter 11. Editing the other chapter and reposting is too much of a pain so here we are.

I've been gone for a while, sorry, but I found these notes and I remembered what fun it was and since I'm on summer break, why not write some more, right? Woo! Smut forevah!

Purty please review!