A/N: I DUNNO. random little drabble thing about ShikaTema, inspired by my awesomely sexy boyfriend whose name is Brandon. and if any of you guys remember me from my teen titans or fullmetal alchemist days, you MIGHT care to know that i'm in real love with this guy, and it's just amazing. :3

In other news, my birthday is friday, june 1st of 2007. :o i'm expecting someone to wish me a happy birthday...;3; plzplzplz?

please don't give me a hard time on this thing if you review it (which i really really hope you do review, but kindly so) because it's fucking 4:16 AM here in pennsylvania, and i'm awake off of pepsi caffeine, and i'm a lovesick almost-15-year-old. rawr. fear it.

well, please please PLEASE review this!! i live off of your feedback. :D

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Marking Territory

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They say that one's sense of smell is tied best to memory. Temari knew so herself.

His scent, his enrapturing aroma that drove her crazy so, the manly perfume he exumed just by living, just by breathing...the scent that was weaved in between the fibers of her clothing and other belongings when she had to go home. The roguish whiff that, once caught, could not be just simply dismissed...

Jokingly, his friend and the Hokage-in-training (as he so liked to call himself), Naruto had made a remark about their relationship. He had wiggled his eyebrows, suggestively towards topics which made the tips of Temari's ears burn, and made Shikamaru's brow knit nervously. She remembered it clearly, and it still milked a smirk from her lips.

'Oi, oi! You guys are starting to even SMELL like each other now! Shikamaru- you know you've gone to the darkside now that you're marked by that woman's scent...'

Bringing the bunched up and wrinkled fabric of a shirt of his she had stolen after their last escapade, Temari proceeded to bury her nose within its texture, unable to keep herself from smiling.

Oh, the things he did to her...