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Passion Fruit
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Naruto AU/AR › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,372
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Passion Fruit
Passion Fruit
A/N: I don’t own Naruto or any of the related characters
Chapter 1: The Dishes
Temari had just stepped out of the shower. She toweled off and stepped in front of the bathroom mirror to run a brush through her sandy blonde hair. Once dry, She lathered herself up in lotion and got dressed. Temari shook the excess water out of her hair after toweling it off. She then made her way into the kitchen only to find a pile of dishes overflowing in the sink. She sighed and immediately started sorting them. For whatever reason, the kitchen was a disaster. “Stupid Gaara.” She thought to herself. She blamed him or Kankuro for any messes around the house. She started washing the plates first. As she filled on side of the sink with dishwater, she looked at the clock: 8:08. Shikamaru was coming over soon. Of course, when they had first started dating she figured that he would be too lazy to ever show up anywhere on time…even for her. However, she had been quite wrong.
Temari was Shikamaru’s world. They had been dating for about one year and all of their firsts had been shared with each other. Shikamaru, having always been terrified of his own mother, was surprised he was even able to trust a woman. But, Temari made him comfortable and she accepted the fact that he was so damn lazy with pretty much everyone and everything…except her.
She had finished washing the plates and had them standing in the dish drainer. She wondered if Shikamaru would be hungry when he arrived. To be safe, she scooped out the last of the rice from the rice cooker and put it away for later. She poured what was left of the miso into a small bowl and placed it with the rice in the refrigerator. She went back to her dishes. “Done with all the plates…now for the glasses.” She thought to herself. She picked up the tall ones first and started soaking them in the soapy water.
By 8:23, there was a knock on the door, but Shikamaru, always just used that as a warning. He knocked and then walked right in. “Gaara!” Shikamaru greeted his favorite shogi partner.
“Hey, Temari’s doing dishes, come play a round with me.” Gaara said hopping up from the couch and going for the shogi set. Shiakamaru walked into the kitchen. His mouth hung open at the sight of Temari in her short, short brilliantly tight black shorts and her white tank top that cut off just above her navel. Her bright blue bra straps peeked out over her shoulders.
“Well, that’s not what my mom wears doing the dishes.” Shikamaru slowly snaked his arms around Temari’s waist. He rooted his nose into her neck and kissed her. “Good, god, you smell good what the hell is that?” He bit her neck. Temari laughed.
“I don’t know, some kind of peachy lotion.”
“More like passion fruit. Damn, nothing like getting me hard the minute I walk through the door.” Shikamaru still had his arms around her waist.
“Yeah, well I’ll make it go away just as fast. Wanna wash dishes?” Temari joked. She winked. Shikamaru let go of her, slapping her ass. “You want something to eat? There’s rice and soup in the fridge.” She said not diverting her attentions from her dirty dishes. She figured Shikamaru could run a microwave on his own.
“Yeah, that sounds good. Shikamaru got everything out of the fridge and threw it in the microwave. While the food was heating, he poured a glass of persimmon juice and grabbed a spoon and chopsticks. He took the food out of the microwave and kissed Temari on the cheek. “I’m going to kick Gaara’s ass at chess.”
“Be careful, last time I did that I ended up in the desert coffin.” Temari said sarcastically. Shikamaru laughed and made his way into the living room where Gaara had set up the shogi board. Shikamaru put his meal down on the living room table and prepared for the game with Gaara.
“So, where’s Kankuro tonight?” Shiakamaru asked digging into the rice.
“He’s out. He never says where he’s going…it’s always out.” Gaara said. Gaara made the first move. “You so can’t eat and beat me at this game.” Gaara taunted.
“Yes I can.” Shikamaru answered. Gaara looked quickly toward the kitchen and then back toward the shogi board.
“Besides, even though she’s my sister I’ll say this anyway, you’re thinking about how you’re going to bang your girl all night tonight and make me listen to you two. You’re way too distracted, you won’t win.” Gaara said
“Oh, man shut up! I will kick your ass for that one.” Shikamaru made his move.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Temari washed away. She was almost done with the dishes and ready to clean up the kitchen counter and the table. She was so excited that Shikamaru was actually spending the night. It was a rare occurrence, since Shikamaru’s parents watched him like a hawk spite the fact that he was 16 and had responsibilities to the hokage. Temari knew it was going to be a wonderful evening, even though she saw Shikamaru frequently, it was always a thrill when an overnighter was in the plans.
A/N: I don’t own Naruto or any of the related characters
Chapter 1: The Dishes
Temari had just stepped out of the shower. She toweled off and stepped in front of the bathroom mirror to run a brush through her sandy blonde hair. Once dry, She lathered herself up in lotion and got dressed. Temari shook the excess water out of her hair after toweling it off. She then made her way into the kitchen only to find a pile of dishes overflowing in the sink. She sighed and immediately started sorting them. For whatever reason, the kitchen was a disaster. “Stupid Gaara.” She thought to herself. She blamed him or Kankuro for any messes around the house. She started washing the plates first. As she filled on side of the sink with dishwater, she looked at the clock: 8:08. Shikamaru was coming over soon. Of course, when they had first started dating she figured that he would be too lazy to ever show up anywhere on time…even for her. However, she had been quite wrong.
Temari was Shikamaru’s world. They had been dating for about one year and all of their firsts had been shared with each other. Shikamaru, having always been terrified of his own mother, was surprised he was even able to trust a woman. But, Temari made him comfortable and she accepted the fact that he was so damn lazy with pretty much everyone and everything…except her.
She had finished washing the plates and had them standing in the dish drainer. She wondered if Shikamaru would be hungry when he arrived. To be safe, she scooped out the last of the rice from the rice cooker and put it away for later. She poured what was left of the miso into a small bowl and placed it with the rice in the refrigerator. She went back to her dishes. “Done with all the plates…now for the glasses.” She thought to herself. She picked up the tall ones first and started soaking them in the soapy water.
By 8:23, there was a knock on the door, but Shikamaru, always just used that as a warning. He knocked and then walked right in. “Gaara!” Shikamaru greeted his favorite shogi partner.
“Hey, Temari’s doing dishes, come play a round with me.” Gaara said hopping up from the couch and going for the shogi set. Shiakamaru walked into the kitchen. His mouth hung open at the sight of Temari in her short, short brilliantly tight black shorts and her white tank top that cut off just above her navel. Her bright blue bra straps peeked out over her shoulders.
“Well, that’s not what my mom wears doing the dishes.” Shikamaru slowly snaked his arms around Temari’s waist. He rooted his nose into her neck and kissed her. “Good, god, you smell good what the hell is that?” He bit her neck. Temari laughed.
“I don’t know, some kind of peachy lotion.”
“More like passion fruit. Damn, nothing like getting me hard the minute I walk through the door.” Shikamaru still had his arms around her waist.
“Yeah, well I’ll make it go away just as fast. Wanna wash dishes?” Temari joked. She winked. Shikamaru let go of her, slapping her ass. “You want something to eat? There’s rice and soup in the fridge.” She said not diverting her attentions from her dirty dishes. She figured Shikamaru could run a microwave on his own.
“Yeah, that sounds good. Shikamaru got everything out of the fridge and threw it in the microwave. While the food was heating, he poured a glass of persimmon juice and grabbed a spoon and chopsticks. He took the food out of the microwave and kissed Temari on the cheek. “I’m going to kick Gaara’s ass at chess.”
“Be careful, last time I did that I ended up in the desert coffin.” Temari said sarcastically. Shikamaru laughed and made his way into the living room where Gaara had set up the shogi board. Shikamaru put his meal down on the living room table and prepared for the game with Gaara.
“So, where’s Kankuro tonight?” Shiakamaru asked digging into the rice.
“He’s out. He never says where he’s going…it’s always out.” Gaara said. Gaara made the first move. “You so can’t eat and beat me at this game.” Gaara taunted.
“Yes I can.” Shikamaru answered. Gaara looked quickly toward the kitchen and then back toward the shogi board.
“Besides, even though she’s my sister I’ll say this anyway, you’re thinking about how you’re going to bang your girl all night tonight and make me listen to you two. You’re way too distracted, you won’t win.” Gaara said
“Oh, man shut up! I will kick your ass for that one.” Shikamaru made his move.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Temari washed away. She was almost done with the dishes and ready to clean up the kitchen counter and the table. She was so excited that Shikamaru was actually spending the night. It was a rare occurrence, since Shikamaru’s parents watched him like a hawk spite the fact that he was 16 and had responsibilities to the hokage. Temari knew it was going to be a wonderful evening, even though she saw Shikamaru frequently, it was always a thrill when an overnighter was in the plans.