Passion Fruit

Temari was in the bathroom brushing her teeth. Shikamaru was already in her room with the TV on. Temari eyes her peachy-scented lotion that intoxicated Shikmaru so much. “Passion fruit, huh?” she said to herself. She rubbed some more between her breasts and on her neck. She smiled and turned out the light. She closed the door behind her as she entered her bedroom. Shikamaru was laying on top of the covers in his gray sweatpants and black t-shirt. The only light to be seen in her bedroom was that coming from the television. Actually, the house in general was pretty dark except for the porch light that Temari had left burning for Kankuro when he came home. Temari climbed into bed and scooted over to Shikamaru’s side. She already had one leg wrapped around his left leg and her arm draped across his chest. She leaned down and quickly kissed his chest. Shikamaru was already running his hands up and down her smooth, clean shaven, tight leg.

“Hello! Someone, isn’t wearing any panties under there.” He said as his hand crawled up her short, tight shorts. Temari smiled a flirtatious smile.
“Underwear is over rated.” She said.
“Don’t get me wrong I love it when you’re bare, but you know how irresistible you are in those silky bikini cut panties. Oh god! I love those.” Shikamaru proclaimed. He buried his nose into her neck as he had done earlier. “I still smell that lotion…I don’t know where you got it, but don’t stop wearing it.” Temari laughed.

“I won’t I promise.” Shikamaru removed his hand from her leg and put it behind his head. He had his other arm behind Temari wrapped around her shoulders. She was laying sideways. They both knew this wouldn’t last long, especially Temari. She knew Shikamaru too well, he would be on her like a moth to a flame after only a few minutes.
“So what did you do today?” Shikamaru asked her.
“Went to the market this morning, trained this afternoon, had lunch with Sakura, listened to her bitch about not getting any from Sasuke, came home and called you, fixed dinner, took a shower, and here we are.” Temari paused. “Damn, I left the wash in the machine…screw it I’ll get it in the morning. I only do that all the time.” She finished. “So what did you do al day?”

“Got up and stared at clouds with Chouji until the afternoon. We had a great talk. Hung out with dad, talked to you, stared at clouds some more, swept out our kitchen, which was troublesome and took some reports to the Hokage, again troublesome, and then came here.”
“Sounds exhilarating.” Temari said with much sarcasm.
“Hey now, I’ve been saving my energy to exhilarate you tonight.” Shikamaru winked at her. He knew she would come back with some kind of comment. Sure enough she did.
“Right, that’s why I’m always on top, because your moves are so exhilarating…not because you’re a lazy ass.” Temari was all in fun. She actually thought Shikamaru was quite the forceful lover, and into some hot and dirty stuff. He was on top as much as she was.

“You’re terrible!” Shikamaru rolled over on top of her began covering her with kisses. He reached around behind him and turned the TV off before he got too involved. Temari’s body was soft and she smelled like a fruit kissed angel. The only light that filtered into the room was the pale moonlight tat slivered in through the blinds. Temari reached up and tugged Shikamaru’s hair out of it’s pony tail. He had nice shoulder length hair. Temari loved to get her hands into it. She loved getting her hands all over him and for once he wasn’t wearing a vest so it would be easy to get her hands wherever she wanted them.

Their kisses were heated, wet and full of tongue. Temari had managed to switch places with him, wrapping her legs around his. She felt Shikamaru’s hands creep straight up the back of her shorts and out once again. She felt them creep up her tank top. He unhooked her bra and tugged at her shirt trying to pull it over her head. Temari sat back and quickly threw her shirt and her bra to the floor beside her bed. She laid down on top of Shikamaru again pressing her voluptuous rack into his chest. He could feel her hard nipples pushing through his shirt. Temari slid her hands delicately up Shikamaru’s bare chest, pulling his shirt up as she went. She clumsily got it off of him and threw it aside. He moaned in delight at the feeling of skin against skin. He pulled her up slightly so he could bury his face in her breasts. She didn’t mind because it put her hips directly in line with his. She could drive him crazy by grinding in to him…making him want it even more.

Shikamaru licked and kissed at her breasts until he was breathless. The phone rang and it started them both. “Don’t you even think about answering that.” Shikamaru said kissing her repeatedly on the neck.
“Why not?” She asked innocently, she loved teasing him like that.
“Because, I am so hard that is nearly hurts.” Temari shot wicked lustful eyes at him and rose up onto her knees. He said that nearly every time they were fooling around…but she always played along.
“ Gaara, will get it. Now, I’ll fix your other problem. Temari leaned back and pulled Shiakamru’s pants off leaving him in his soft, black cotton boxers. She let her hand slide slowly down his sculpted chest and right over his painfully hard erection. She listened to him sigh in pleasure as she rubbed him tenderly, yet forceful enough to send chills up his spine. She continued this licking her lips. She removed her hand and then removed his boxers. Temari gave him another lusty stare and licked her lips some more. She repositioned her body and still keeping eye contact with Shikamaru…lifted his hand to her mouth and sucked on his finger...she never broke eye contact and the message was clear…