summer clouds - shikatema

a good thing

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It was like a dream.

Milky light seeped in over the windowsill, teasing the two lovers who lay tangled in silky white sheets. They remained asleep, unconsciously comfortable in each others' arms. Soft birdsong could be heard just outside the window.

Clothes were strewn about the hardwood floor, and five hairbands had been scattered across the room. Temari lay with her back pressed lightly against his chest, breathing in and savoring his bittersweet scent. She did this without even realizing it.

After another minute, Shikamaru slowly opened his dark brown eyes. Sleep weighed his body down, as if taking the place of gravity itself. The sight of her greeted him as the haze cleared. He sighed in contentment. The boy tightened his grip around Temari's waist, pulling her closer.

"Shikamaru..." the girl whispered as she awoke. Her voice was hoarse.

"Hm." He slowly left kisses on the back of her head and her hair.

"I have to go back to Suna today."

He stopped and opened his eyes to look at her. "Today, huh..."

"Yeah. I'm really sorry it has to be like this. I wish I could stay a little longer."

Shikamaru hugged her tighter. "Stay, then." He sighed into her nape, sending shivers across her skin. Small, dark spots littered her collarbone and neck.

She smiled gently and rolled over to face him. Temari extended a slender hand and took a piece of Shikamaru's black hair, tucking it behind his pierced ear. "Don't look so disappointed, or you'll make me feel bad." The girl softly pressed her lips against his and then pulled away. "Suna needs me. You know that." She paused. "I've been gone too long."

"Yeah yeah, I know." Shikamaru stretched and sat up. He ran a hand through his hair.

Temari sat up beside him. "I can't believe I've never seen your hair like this before. It looks nice," she commented, twisting a strand around her finger. "Hehe. You're so pretty." He jerked away from her, embarrassed.

"Huh? I thought you've seen it down before..." he uttered, a tad confused.

She shook her head. "No, I haven't. What makes you think that?"

Shikamaru put a hand to his chin thoughtfully. "Huh... maybe it was back in the Infinite Tsukuyomi," he said unconsciously.

"Did you just say Infinite Tsukuyomi? You're saying I was in your dream?" She exclaimed, a flattered look on her face.

"What?! N-No, I mean, well, I dunno... I don't remember. Maybe you were there. It's a drag to try and think about it."

Temari crossed her arms with a smug look on her face. "Nara, how long have you had a crush on me?"

He sank down, annoyed. "What does it matter? We just had sex and you're talking about crushes? Gimme a break."

Temari laughed heartily, gripping the sheet that she used to cover herself. "Whatever, crybaby. I'm taking a bath. I feel gross." She stood up and let go of the blanket. Shikamaru shifted his attention to her body, admiring every detail of her. Every bend, every feature, every freckle he hadn't known about before last night.

"Oi, pervert, quit staring at me before I break your hand," Temari spat playfully.

"But we literally just-- okay, whatever. Your yukata is over there, by the way." He pointed to the navy blue robe that was folded up next to the coffee table. He knew that that was what she was looking for.