A Magical Princess

Chapter 43

The first thing Hari did when she got home was step into the shower. Shikamaru, Rai, Eito, and Natsu had met them at the gates, and she'd spent twenty minutes being alternatively hugged and scolded. Shikamaru had held a grudge for about fifteen minutes, barely even looking at her, until she'd actually been on the verge of tears.

Then he'd panicked and spent the next two minutes awkwardly comforting her. Hari wondered if it was too early in the pregnancy to blame hormones. Then she almost exploded with joy because she was pregnant. With Shikaku's child. Shikaku, who loved her, and who was also climbing into the shower with her.

Without speaking, he tipped shampoo into his hands and began working it into her hair. Hari closed her eyes and hummed with pleasure. After a few minutes he tipped her hair back under the water, gently working the suds out. When he was done, he poured her jasmine-scented soap onto a washcloth and ran it across her body. She shivered at the feeling of his large, warm palms against her skin. When he was done, she stepped under the spray, pulling him in after her.

Then, she returned the favor, gently washing his hair and body until all of the grime from the road was gone. After he was rinsed and clean, they stared at each other for a long moment. Hari stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, tipping her head back in invitation.

He let out a low groan before bringing his lips to her throat, kissing and lapping at the water there. Her arousal hit her so hard and fast that her legs went wobbly. Instead of trying to stay upright, she gently dropped to her knees until his arousal was eye level.

"Princess, you don't have to -" he started, then cut off with a strangled moan when she leaned forward and slowly took him into her mouth. She'd gotten better at this since the first time she tried it, and savored the way he shuddered when her lips wrapped around him and she worked her tongue up and down his length.

The steam wisped around her, the warm water pounded down on her back, and Hari felt like they were the only two people in the world. One hand was tangled in her hair, and when she glanced up at him through clumped, wet lashes, she saw the other was against the tiled wall, supporting him.

His wet hair was trailing rivulets of water down his broad shoulders and chest, and his scars were vivid on his face. When her gaze moved to his, his eyes were dark with lust and pleasure but still somehow completely focused on her, Hari's body clenched in arousal, and she moaned around him.

Pulling off of him with a pop, ignoring the string of saliva that connected her lip to his erection, she stared up at him. "Shikaku, please, I need -"

He reached down and hauled her up against him, taking her lips in a rough kiss. His hands ran down over the small of her back and the soft curve of her ass before reaching her thighs. She squeaked when he slid his hands around the back of them and easily lifted her, but barely faltered, wrapping her arms and legs around him. He turned and pressed her against the warm, slippery tile of the wall.

"I won't drop you, I promise," he whispered and thrust himself against her, making her moan.

"I know you won't."

He didn't waste any time reaching down between them to position himself at her entrance. When he thrust himself inside of her with one long motion, they both groaned, and Hari tipped her head back against the wall.

Without waiting, he began to thrust against her with powerful rolling movements, his hands holding her hips in place as they supported her weight. His pelvis was rubbing against her clit with every movement, and he was sucking and biting at her neck.

"I love how strong you are," she gasped into the air. "I love that you can hold me up and fuck me against any surface -" Hari was pretty sure she'd be embarrassed later at the things falling out of her mouth, but the way he stilled, then groaned lowly and began pushing into her in earnest only made the whole thing more pleasurable.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against her ear before taking the lobe into his mouth. "You feel so good around me, baby."

His hips were starting to stutter, and she clenched against him when her own pleasure built, and he growled against her throat.

"Are you going to come? Oh fuck, you are. You're so fucking gorgeous when you come on my cock, god this feels too good. I can't -" He pushed into her three more times before stilling and shuddering against her.

Hari's breath hitched as she felt him twitch inside of her. He stood still for a long moment before swearing and gently putting her on her feet. Then he was dropping to his knees and putting his mouth exactly where she needed it.

Hari swallowed when he sealed his lips around her and sucked. When he pushed two fingers into her, she arched against him and came with a gasp. Too weak to hold herself up, she started to slide down the wall. He chuckled, then stood and caught her, directing her under the spray and cleaning them both up again. He silently led her out of the shower and dried her off, and she sighed in pleasure at the feeling of her own fluffy towels around her again.

Shikaku efficiently dressed them both into pajamas before tucking her into bed and sliding in after her. She was half asleep, face buried in his shoulder, when he spoke in a worried voice. "Was I too rough with you?"

Hari frowned, and pulled back to look up into uncharacteristically unsure eyes. "No. That was good. Really good."

His expression turned into a self-satisfied smirk, a much more familiar expression on his face. "Of course it was. But, Hinata said you should take it easy..."

"I didn't run a marathon," Hari grumbled, still annoyed from all the fussing everybody had done on the journey. Even the Kazekage had fretted in his own way. If she ever heard the words "Is the sand to your liking?" again it would be too soon. "Actually, it was all over rather quickly -"

She broke out into laughter when he growled and started tickling her. "I couldn't help it," he finally grumbled. "It's been weeks. And you're unfairly sexy."

Hari stared at his face in disbelief for a minute. "Nara Shikaku," she said slowly. "Are you pouting?"

"No," he said a little too quickly. "I'm defending my manly honor -"

She laughed into his shoulder, and he huffed. Biting her lip, she went up on an elbow, then leaned forward and kissed him softly. "Don't worry, I have no complaints about your manly honor. I'm quite satisfied."

His smug smirk returned, and she grinned. "I love you," she said, and was rewarded with his crooked smile.

"I love you too."

Another kiss, and then she snuggled against her husband and fell asleep, hope for the future a bright light in the back of her mind.