It's Not Really A Date, but is sort of kinda (Boruto x Sarada)

Part 23

[Nara Household, around the same time]

Shikamaru Nara opened the front door to his home.

"Honey, I'm-"

"SHIKAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

Before he knew it, the aide to the Hokage was enveloped in the tight embrace and the luscious lips of his lady love. Normally he wouldn't object to such a warm welcome home, even with the heady flavour of sake on her breath. But with things quietened down a little at the Hokage's Office now the 'bomb' threat was resolved, right now he wanted nothing more than to soak in a long hot bath and enjoy an early night in bed next to her.

And then there was the fact that her kid brother was standing there watching them.

Reluctantly Shikamaru pulled away from Temari's lips. "Lord Kazekage." he addressed the red-haired man formally, and awkwardly given the situation. "Nara." Gaara answered in return in an equally formal but stiffer tone, indicating his reaction to witnessing his elder sister shamelessly smooching the ponytailed man. "My apologies. I feared my sister was getting a little.... 'carried away' with the festivity of the occasion, and decided to bring her back home to recuperate.. but...... I fear when I wasn't looking she may have.. located another bottle to... keep the festivities.. going......."

A pouting (drunk) Temari looked from her husband to her younger brother and huffed in exasperation. "Oh you guys! Quit being so stuffy."

And before he could escape, Gaara found his neck pulled into a one-armed hug, shamelessly pushing him against the side of his sister's chest with Shikamaru opposite. A look crossing the Kazekage's face somewhere between embarrassment and extreme discomfort. "Right.. Ahem..... Since you have returned, Nar... Shikamaru... (he corrected himself, trying to ease the awkwardness of the situation).... I think I shall retire for the evening, reconvene with my son and his team and return to our quarters at the hotel.", "Nooooooooooooo Gaara,.. staaaaayyyhic!" Temari whined and hiccuped, confirming Shikamaru's suspicions regarding the 'good' sake bottles they kept for special occasions. The ponytailed man looked down sympathetically to his wife, and then to his Brother-in-Law.

It was strange, considering when he first met Gaara all those years ago at the Chunin Exams that he was actually butt-clenchingly terrified of the emotionally volatile human host of Shukaku the One-Tail. But ever since the day came where a certain hyperactive knucklehead actually got through to the angry and lonely young man, things drastically changed. The 'Sand Siblings' finally officially began acting like an actual family. Shikamaru stopped being a knucklehead himself and finally realised his then budding feelings for the mysterious Wind Release Kunoichi. And from the founding of his and Temari's relationship proper, he really started trying to make both her brothers feel like a part of his family. And he knew Gaara really was trying too since that time. But given his tragic childhood which Shikamaru now knew of didn't leave much room for developing social skills, one could hardly blame the red-haired man that being part of an actual family was still a work in progress. Progress he knew they both hoped to make a breakthrough in. Someday.

"Lord Ka....... Gaara.. (Shikamaru corrected himself in turn in a bid to ease the tension).. You know you and your son as well as his team are welcome in our home as long as you like during your stay in Konohagakure. After all, we are family." Gaara met the ponytailed man's gaze, after freeing himself from his sister's vice-like grip, after which she tottered in her husband's hold. He almost smiled for a moment (Shikamaru thought he saw), before solemnly shaking his head. "That is most kind of you. But I have already imposed upon you and my sister enough. And Naruto has already gone to great lengths to provide most generous accommodation for myself, the other 'kage and our respective parties during our stay. It would be a discourtesy to the Hokage to turn down his hospitality."

"Awwwwwwwww, Gaara! You're such a drag-hic!" Temari whined/hiccupped again in a childish manner. "Hey, that's my line!" Shikamaru actually chuckled a little in mock indignation in spite of himself. A gesture to which, after everything, Gaara DID actually smile!

A small smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"Shikamaru. Dear Sister. Thank you again for your kindness during my tenure here in the Leaf. And rest assured I will call upon you again before I depart. And please know that both of you, Shikadai, all the family you have founded here, will always have a home to come to in Sunagakure. My home.... Our home."

"You'd better come visit..." Temari choked out after releasing her hold on her husband, smiling and teary-eyed (and still drunk). Then held her brother's head in her vice-like hands. "Good night Baby Bro!" And she pulled his head down, giving his tattooed forehead the sloppiest kiss imaginable.

"Good night Temari." Gaara answered quickly, pulling himself from Temari's clutches with dark lines over his face before hurrying out the door and into the night. Temari wore a sulky expression (and hiccupped again), while her husband came up beside her and smiled sympathetically. "He'll be fine, and you'll see him again soon enough. And besides..." Shikamaru took gentle hold of his wife's cheek and turned her beautiful (sulky) face directly towards his own. A fiery gleam lighting up his eye, kindled by her earlier advances. And his earlier fatigue now a distant memory. "...My work on the Festival is all squared and done with. Meaning tonight Tem', I'm all yours."

"You bet your butt you are." Temari's sulk became a seductive smile. And her breath stilled, running her fingers sensually along his ponytail. "Shikamaru..... Remember back in the day.. You said you wanted a boy AND a girl......" she breathed softly, with a gleam in her eye that got Shikamaru's heart racing. "..Well............ No time like the present....."

Shikamaru's own eyes widened and burned with a fiery gleam as he realised what his wife was asking of him. And he matched her seductive smile with one of his own. Cupping her cheek gently, no other words were needed as the two pairs of lips met once again in a sweet kiss. A sweet kiss that soon progressed to a full-on make-out session, then the wife trailing kisses down the length of her husband's neck.

"MOM!?! DAD!!?!!?!!"

Shikamaru looked to the sound of his son's voice and found him staring along the path to their front porch, a look of horror on the boy's face. And remembered that He and his wife were still in the doorway, having their make-out session in public view with their front door wide open. Temari it seemed was frozen in place with her head against his shoulder. "Shikadai." he answered his son not knowing what else he could say to break the tangible awkwardness between them.

"...... Well good night." Shikadai concluded quickly, hurrying past his parents into the house before he could bear witness to anything else he could never unsee. Shikamaru watched his son disappear in the direction of his bedroom, then was snapped back to reality by the sound of soft snores into his shoulder.

He sighed softly and closed the front door behind him with one hand, the other securely holding Temari against him. Then gingerly hitched the now-slumbering kunoichi up into his arms. 'What a drag.' he thought in exasperation even as a charmed smile graced his lips. And he placed those lips for a tender loving peck on Temari's forehead as he securely 'bridal-style' carried her to their bedroom.