Is that a kunai in your pocket
Who: Temari and Shikamaru
When: Sunday morning of mud week
Where: Ninja rooms
Summary: The ninja couple has been making a lot of progress since week 103, but there are a couple things they haven't faced yet.
Rating: R
Warnings: Discussion of week 103 (sexual assault), male anatomy with a mind of it's own, and definite awkwardness
Temari shifted, drifting half awake. Her groggy mind checked the area and decided that there was no pending disaster with reset. She had all of her limbs, she still knew who she was, and the chakra signature pressed against her was the one expected. That sounded like the start to an excellent morning.
At some point in the night she had tangled in with Shikamaru, limbs intertwined and his face close enough to hers that she could feel his breath on her cheek. She shifted a bit more to get comfortable, then froze. She felt something pressing against her hip. She'd started to think that her partner was incapable of any kind of arousal, but evidently, she was wrong. There was inarguable evidence to the contrary pressing against her.
Like a sighted rabbit, her body went perfectly, rigidly still. A little voice in her head started to yammer that it was going to happen again, that he wanted her and they always took what they wanted. She couldn't fight, that just made it worse. She had started to consider Shikamaru in that light again, but when unexpectedly faced with the reality? Memories of their times together were lost behind the more recent memories of fear and pain. Temari waited, breathing in short, quick breaths. She could do nothing more than lay there and wait to see if he would act on his body's interest.
When: Sunday morning of mud week
Where: Ninja rooms
Summary: The ninja couple has been making a lot of progress since week 103, but there are a couple things they haven't faced yet.
Rating: R
Warnings: Discussion of week 103 (sexual assault), male anatomy with a mind of it's own, and definite awkwardness
Temari shifted, drifting half awake. Her groggy mind checked the area and decided that there was no pending disaster with reset. She had all of her limbs, she still knew who she was, and the chakra signature pressed against her was the one expected. That sounded like the start to an excellent morning.
At some point in the night she had tangled in with Shikamaru, limbs intertwined and his face close enough to hers that she could feel his breath on her cheek. She shifted a bit more to get comfortable, then froze. She felt something pressing against her hip. She'd started to think that her partner was incapable of any kind of arousal, but evidently, she was wrong. There was inarguable evidence to the contrary pressing against her.
Like a sighted rabbit, her body went perfectly, rigidly still. A little voice in her head started to yammer that it was going to happen again, that he wanted her and they always took what they wanted. She couldn't fight, that just made it worse. She had started to consider Shikamaru in that light again, but when unexpectedly faced with the reality? Memories of their times together were lost behind the more recent memories of fear and pain. Temari waited, breathing in short, quick breaths. She could do nothing more than lay there and wait to see if he would act on his body's interest.