Waiting is the Hardest Part

Waiting is the Hardest Part

Persepolis130

Disclaimer: Not Mine

Notes: I wrote almost this entire thing while on Amtrak to Chicago (thank god there was nobody in the seat next to me!). This fic ties in with "Caged" Chapter 16/17 (Part 6) as a side story, and makes much more sense if you've read that fic (though you don't have to). I wrote it to be in direct contrast with how Neji viewed the encounter; although he seems to take it in stride as Temari does, his inner reaction is very different.

I recently tweaked the story a bit as well, since I wasn't completely happy about how it turned out. I'm still not thrilled, but this is the best I can do with girl-POV het, apparently. Anyway, enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

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A girl could only wait for so long, Temari decided.

Especially when it involved someone as infuriatingly unmotivated as he was, too lazy to even consider asking her out, much less getting her naked, sweaty, and writhing beneath him like she really wanted. Why she even liked a scrawny, pouting slacker like him was beyond her, some inexplicable and hideously ironic hormonal quirk.

There was no reason whatsoever why someone like Nara Shikamaru should be constantly on her mind, why the very thought of him was sometimes enough to make her heart skip a beat and breath catch in her throat, why she knew she wouldn't be happy until he was hers. It was completely ridiculous and utterly infuriating.

But she wasn't about to let something like that ruin her night off. She was better than that.

So when she saw the boy leaned against the building, brooding, handsome, and stoically eloquent like Shikamaru could never be, Temari pushed all other thoughts aside.

She hadn't done this in a while, and never in this village, but that didn't bother her. She'd always had a good eye for this sort of thing. Sliding in beside him, she just mentioned the weather and how hot it made her, drawing a hand across her chest to tug at her shirt in a way that could only be interpreted exactly as she meant it. That was all it took. After all, though the night was by no means cool, Konoha's hottest day was only moderately warm in Suna.

She led him two streets over, beyond the laughing diners and bright, flashing signs to an alley behind a boarded-up restaurant. She was intensely aware of the sway of her hips as she walked, accentuating it for his benefit. The feel of his eyes on her back, the realization of what he was thinking at that moment, made her flush and sent sharp little thrills through her. When she stopped, she felt warm and wet, and she leaned back against a cool brick wall, rubbing her thighs together as she imagined how it would be, how satisfying he'd feel inside her.

Looking at him, his chest rising, cheeks flushed, and shining silver eyes intense with desire, she knew she'd get what she needed. She could drown herself in his strength, his energy, and the way the muted neon lights from the main road gleamed across his smooth, pale skin, all without thinking of anything-- or anyone-- else.

As he stepped closer, eyes undressing her, Temari tugged at the tie to her top, and it fell open across her chest. The thin fabric of her shirt beneath, sweaty from the heat, clung indecently to her breasts, the hard pink tips showing through in a way that made Neji gasp and press his hips into her. She ran her hands across his broad, strong back and felt his hardness press against her abdomen as one of his hands slid under her ass and the other palmed her breast.

She’d never understand why it was such a turn-on, why a girl with enormous tits was every man's dream. But in the end she didn’t really care to ponder it as Neji eased her shirt up over them. She only knew she loved the way his body tensed and breathing sped when he touched them, her breasts overfilling his hold and pressing out temptingly between his fingers.

Temari pressed up against him hard, panting even as she smirked at the look on his face when she shifted her hips, the friction making him clench his teeth. Pressed this close to him, her body knew what came next, and she felt a flood of warmth flow through her, and it trickled, slick and hot, down the inside of her thigh.

Digging her fingers into the firm muscles of his shoulders, Temari leaned forward, pressing her naked breasts, which felt swollen and achy, into Neji’s chest. She took hold of his earlobe with her teeth, and when he jerked, she pushed herself up on her toes. Feeling his erection press between her legs, she slid her tongue into his ear, and he thrust against her in a way that left her aching and empty, craving the feeling of him pushing hard inside her, breaking this agonizing tension as he filled her.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled her head away, letting it roll back against the cool, worn brick of the building, raising her eyes to Neji’s face. She saw exactly what she wanted to see there, the exact type of tightly-reigned control she could break into a thousand tiny pieces with barely more than a thought.

Temari reached for his pants as Neji made a noise, guttural and harsh, and she felt his bandaged fingers under her skirt. She closed her fingers around him an instant before his hand reached her, and she gasped when he did, grabbing him instinctively tighter as he worked a slick finger back and forth over her. He was hard as stone and even thicker than she’d hoped, and she squeezed, rubbing her thumb across the tip, feeling the wetness there that mirrored her own.

Her hips moving of their own accord as he worked a finger inside her, Temari gave him a series of swift, rough downward strokes that made his breath catch, his mouth just inches from her ear. His hand jerked against her, and she gasped.

There was a moment of cold emptiness as he slid his fingers out of her and down the inside of her thigh, and Temari trembled in anticipation as he spread her legs with strong, agile hands, positioning himself between them.

Squeezing her eyes shut as she gripped tightly to his back, she felt herself being raised and pressed back against the wall. He held her hip with one hand as his fingers spread her, and when Temari felt him pressing at her entrance, she had to bite her tongue to keep from crying out. And then suddenly, with one swift jerk, he was there.

He felt powerful in a way that few men could, filling her so completely as he thrust hard and fast that all she could do was numbly force her hips back against his, draw harsh, uneven breaths through her teeth, and thank the powers that be that this was nothing like it would’ve been with Shikamaru.

Because Shikamaru wouldn’t crush her breathless against a building, pulling her legs up around his waist and panting heavily in her ear, and drive into her with such brutal, uncaring force that she’d feel like she was going insane with pleasure. This was a million times better than that listless, apathetic cry-baby could ever give her. She didn’t need him. She didn't.

All she needed was this, this tightening inside, this building tension as this boy she hardly knew plunged into her, forcing himself deeper with every stroke. Mouth pressed to his sweaty neck, Temari felt her inner muscles clenching, and she heard herself gasping for breath, when suddenly Neji pulsed within her, shoulder muscles stiffening beneath her touch, and she felt his liquid heat pumping into her as he groaned, gripping her to him bruisingly with spasming hands.

It was when he made one last thrust, like an aftershock as he trembled against her, that Temari finally felt the dam break inside. Release washed over her in torrid waves of ecstasy as her body rolled into it, and she could feel herself clenching hard around him in spasms. Heart beating hard in her ears and thighs trembling, she dug her fingers hard into his back, biting his neck so hard she tasted blood. This was just what she'd wanted, absolute perfection, and it was all she could to keep from screaming.

When it was over, her legs sliding down limply around Neji's thighs, she licked at the wound and heard him moan. Licking her lips, Temari smiled, her head lolling back against the wall as he pulled out, letting go of her ass to lower her feet to the ground, bricks rough against her shoulders as she slid down. Once on solid ground, she pulled her shirt back over her breasts, tying the cord to her top around her neck and tugging it back into place.

Neji swallowed loudly, touching gingerly at his neck as he finished tucking himself back into his pants.

"Not bad," Temari told him with a wicked grin, arching her back and wiping at the sticky liquid dripping down the inside of her thighs.

He gave her an odd look as she licked her fingers, making sure that he could see her tongue smeared with white before she ran her it across her lips.

Looking tired, he grunted noncommittally and turned out toward the street, one hand still pressed to the bite mark on his neck as he walked away.

Temari shrugged, not expecting much more from someone like him. He seemed like a very shallow person anyway.

For a moment, Temari wondered if she seemed just as shallow, not caring about anyone but herself, only out for a quick fuck just like he was.

Shrugging as she dismissed such a laughable thought, she went back to the main road, body tingling in the blissful afterglow. She needed what she needed, and that was all; it had nothing to do with ill-mannered, pupil-less Konoha nin.

Strolling toward the inn where she was staying, she decided this business of waiting for that lazy-ass Shikamaru might not be so bad after all. Konoha was filled with enough attractive young ninja to keep her more than occupied until the one she wanted finally came around.

Why should she wait all alone?