Title: Humid
Pairings: ShikaTema
Rating: G
Description: Temari hated humid weather.
Temari groaned and waved a hand in front of her face. The long blades of grass clung to her thighs as the sweat gathered. She glared hotly at Shikamaru, who was lying on his back, peering up at the empty sky.
"How can you stand this humidity?" She growled in annoyance, pulling out one of her mini fans and waving that in front of her sticky body.
"I was born here, I'm used to it," He replied blandly, not even bothering to make eye contact, "It's like me asking you how you can stand standing in the middle of the desert wearing that. You were just born for that type of terrain."
"Well," She threw her battle fan at him and gave him the best ordering face she could make, "Fan me than, Mr. Humidity."
He made a small noise as the heavy fan landed on his chest, but didn't move. He grumbled gently to himself and moved it off his body. He opened the fan, which was nearing his own height while standing, and grunted as he held it up.
"Fanning you is a waste of my time, and not to mention troublesome." He complained.
"Oh shut up and fan me. The grass that is stuck to my legs is getting really annoying." Temari commanded.
He muttered something and started to fan her, his arms not accustomed to the heavy weight of her battle fan.
She sighed happily and fell over onto her back. She shut her eyes, enjoying the moment as long as she could.
Shikamaru grumbled again and folded up her fan and placed it next to her. "Whatever, I'm going." He murmured.
Temari smiled, "Ok, see you later, Shikamaru-kun." She extended the 'u' in kun much too long, making it into a mock honorific.
He grumbled again and left.
Temari laughed gently to herself. He'd be back…