My New Trio (oh my god this is a big post I'm so sorry icedark 0_o )
Okay.
I wanted - oh I really really wanted - to do the 'origin story' first.
I love my new threesome - Shikamaru/Temari/Tayuya from Naruto but as most of you know if you know who Tayuya is... she's sort of dead. >_> Yah.
This of course necessitated that I create an alternate universe for my trio to exist in.
These stories - and all the stories that will follow them - take place in a universe that diverges from the Naruto canon durring the 'Five Man Team' story arc.
I DO have a story - for the 'If Only' theme - that will tell you what happened that changed that bit of canon. I will tell the stories of all that happened after that - the progession of fate that brings my three together. Some of these stories will deal with the triangle predating the trio and how they become trio instead of triangle. But I won't be posting those stories until they are ALL done and can be put together in a proper sequence of events, so that they can alllll be understood. (There's about five of them at this point, maybe more when I get to it. Yeah. >_<)
For now - I give you the stories that come after those stories. If you take Tayuya's existence as given, you will understand them all just fine. I won't bring up plot junk from the 'Origins' storyline that won't make sense, I swear. (If I do write something you don't understand, HIT me with a big wooden spoon!)
So yes.
Established realtionship and crazy wacky fun with my two favourite girls and their favourite boy. ^^
(OMFG so much first person pov writing! URK MY THIRD PERSON SKILLZZ! THEY DIE!)
Theme:17 - Fever
Fandom/Pairing: Naruto - Shikamaru/Tayuya/Temari
Title: Burned Up
Author: Lady Zip
Rating: NC-17 (Mmmm... Naked Tayuya...)
Disclaimer: I wonder if Kishimoto-sama would accept a soul as a royalty payment…
I should have remembered my condition.
I was once a kunoichi, elite and strong, I should have known better than to venture out with anything less than ten layers of fabric between my skin and that wide open sky. Forget about letting her undress me…
But, she kissed me, and I just… forgot where I was.
She has that way of making me forget. I become conscious of nothing but her tongue in my mouth and her hands on my body and the moist heat of her skin as I straddle her stomach, bucking and helpless while her fingers move inside me.
She was barely dressed, I wasn’t at all, and she still talked to me as if I was coherent enough to really listen.
She leaned up to nip my breast into her mouth and suckle briefly (too brief! don’t stop!) before burying her nose to my chest. Her tongue traced a tiny line up to my collarbone (and my fingers are in her hair, fisted through those ponytails, shivering and weak) and she nipped at my neck and hissed in my ear.
She told me that she had dreamed of me like this weeks ago and couldn’t let go of the image. That she had to see me just once, backed by that big bright sky, moaning for more while she strokes me to oblivion and back.
I’m scorched - nape to nethers - and she’s not sorry.
Shikamaru laughed at me, then scolded her for not thinking of my complexion. Reminding her that I wasn’t born to this climate and what did she think would happen?
And then she tells him how far below my waistband that sunburn goes, and what we were doing (what she was doing to me…) that exposed me so perfectly for so long.
All the colour comes into his face at once and I’m surprised there’s even enough blood left in his head for that.
I’m embarrassed and I entertain the thought of smacking her… until she pouts at me, apologetic and sweet, and offers to soothe my wounds.
I accept and stretch out on the bed, smug and self-assured at first (that’s right bitch, fix what you wrecked…) and then her hands - slick and cool with aloe lotion - stroke down from my shoulders to the curve of my ass and over…
I squirm, try to pretend that it doesn’t make me wet while she moves her fingers in sweeping strokes - down my spine, up the backs of my legs, at the sides of my breasts.
I’m panting, flushed as if fevered, and I can’t even feel the hurt anymore. All that she is exists in that sweet cool touch, and when I lift my head I already suspect what she’s going to do. But that fascinated smile on Shikamaru’s face makes me sure - even more so than the sight of him already hard in his own hand.
She pauses, palms light and smooth on my cheeks and then her fingers stroke inside and her thumb rolls over that little nub of sensation that makes all my limbs tremble at once. I’m biting my own lip, moaning her name into the bedcovers, helpless again.
Can’t think, can’t fight, can’t escape...
She moves roughly and relentlessly, Shikamaru’s eyes could burn holes in my back, and I bury my face in my folded arms. I’m whimpering, begging, straining for release when she gives it to me and her name is on my lips when I come, no matter that I’m cursing it (Ah! Fuck! Tema!).
She stretches out, languid and pleased, beside me as I come shivering down from heaven and I forget whatever indignation was waiting for her as she pulls me to her and kisses me. It’s all burning away - meaningless smoke and mirrors…
Except for the feel of her fingers petting through my hair, her shoulder and the generous soft curve of her breast beneath my cheek. I’m grounded again in the smell of her skin and the sigh in her voice when she says my name.
I forget, and the ignorance is bliss.
Theme: 11 - Snowfall
Fandom/Pairing: Naruto - Shikamaru/Tayuya/Temari
Title: The Winter
Author: Lady Zip
Rating: PG (Fear my Canadian influence!)
Disclaimer: I wonder if Kishimoto-sama would accept a soul as a royalty payment…
Temari’s never seen anything like it. She hates it instantly. The chill of it creeps down her back and makes her toes curl in her boots. She hates the boots too, doesn’t like covering so much of her feet, and she complains every time she pulls on her coat. She grumbles all the time about how we moved here and not to her home and asks me silly questions like ‘how did I talk her into this’ and ‘why didn’t I warn her this was as unpleasant to live through as it was to visit’.
She misses the dry heat of her desert home. No season is right. The humidity in spring makes her hair curl, she says, and she spends an hour in the mornings combing it out straight, when she can spare the time. It’s pointless to argue with her about it - she just likes things how she likes them. So I’ll never tell her I think it’s cute how her hair ringlets up in the morning after she’s showered, that I like seeing her so tossed and dishevelled in the early dawn after a damp night.
The fall is annoying. Chilly and wet, with so much debris from these foolish plants, shedding all over her property and making her learn to use a rake.
But winter is the worst. Everything is so dead and barren, and it’s all covered in ice so that you can’t walk anywhere without falling on your ass five times. You have to wear forty layers of clothing to keep warm. (But that’s just her, I can survive on two.)
Winter’s only blessing, as far as she is concerned, is the dry air that lets her hair lay straight.
Tayuya says the winters are much colder in the sound. Where she grew up it snowed four months out of the year with biting winds and lakes frozen so solid you could walk on them. She insists that this is small potatoes, a drop in the bucket as far as cold weather is concerned.
But her bones complain - creaking, aching with the temperature change. Just dragging herself out of bed in the morning sets a chill into her that she can’t shake. She winces more than usual as she clambers to her feet and she wears three sets of socks just to try to keep the chill out of her toes.
Her joints seem to pop in unhealthy ways and the sound makes me imagine the way an ice cube cracks apart in a glass when the water is too warm. It makes me remember first seeing her again in the hospital, incoherent on dangerously high doses of painkillers, with her legs strung up in racks, and Shizune describing the twenty-three piece puzzle of her right tibia and femur, never mind the slivers of fibula that they couldn’t even find…
I dream irrationally that she might fall on the ice and shatter into a million pieces like a little clay pot. But experienced, unlike Temari, she is surefooted and fast on the icy street, making fun of our lover - her very own little rival - for falling so many times.
The worst of Tayuya’s winter, however, is that her muscles ache worse than ever. She can’t say it, won’t admit it, but there are days when just rolling over in bed is agony.
She just sits and endures, too proud to cry when her right leg spasms for hours and won’t stop. She’ll take a long hot shower and break down and swear to herself under the spray, sitting on the floor of the tub rubbing her calves in inexpert desperation.
And Temari will come to her when she’s had enough of being proud, rub her hands together, and take the worst leg into her lap. Tayuya bites her lip and lets herself relax at last, groaning in muted relief as Temari’s careful fingers massage away the tension and ease the seizing tendons.
Often when she’s finished Tayuya is asleep - exhausted from fighting and humbled from being rescued - and Temari doesn’t wake her, merely curls up to her side and sleeps with her. They say their thanks in the morning, buried in the blankets in the middle of our bed, warm and safe and happy for those blissful ten minutes before they get up to face the cold.
I let them have the moment. It’s the best part of my winter so far.
Theme: 24 - Dreaming
Fandom/Pairing: Naruto - Shikamaru/Tayuya/Temari
Title: She Cries
Author: Lady Zip
Rating: PG-13 (Angst)
Disclaimer: I wonder if Kishimoto-sama would accept a soul as a royalty payment…
She wakes in the night with a scream, lashing out with rage and power, barely aware of her lovers until she’s punched Shikamaru in the stomach and given Temari a bloody nose. She collapses in a heap beside the bed, hitting the floor with a heavy crack, curled up on herself in phantom agony and heaving up an empty stomach until she can barely breathe.
Shikamaru lays his hands on her, voice whispering, winded. She realises who she’s with, where she is. Her body shakes, and she starts to cry.
That frightens Temari, because Tayuya has never cried like this before. Not in front of them at least. She’s endured worse pain that Temari could stand with curses and wincing and wrenching of fingers. She’s sat through agony with barely a tear to brush off her cheek. And here she is sobbing and gasping, scared - broken down by one bad night despite all her bravery.
Shikamaru pulls her awkwardly against his chest and strokes her back while she breathes in hard hitches against his skin. She takes a long few minutes to calm down again and he feels helpless holding her like this, unable even to speak loud enough to soothe her but unsure of what to say anyway.
The baby is squirming and restless inside and it makes Tayuya sick to her stomach again. With all that kicking and tossing within she can’t shake off the nightmare completely. She thinks that perhaps those little kicks in the kidneys are what made it so real.
She’s dreamed of them before, of course, but in brief flashes that woke her with a start. This was the first time that she felt helpless - remembering what she was meant to forget - pinned down, in agony, with his hands fishing inside her for things he can’t find. Fingers pulling flesh loose, re-routing organs and chakra and things that were never meant to coexist with the human heart.
For a moment she has the horrible thought that her baby will be born inhuman like she is - pushed from her body with the mark of HIS curse firmly set on her tiny chest…
Temari strokes her back, her hair, puts an arm around her waist and asks what she dreamed of. Is she alright? Does she need something?
Tayuya shakes her head and burrows close between them both, unwilling and unable to talk. She wonders if Sakon sees what she does in the night. If he’s begun to remember as she has what was taken away from them without their even knowing it.
Temari’s round stomach nudges her side, a restless kick from inside her lover bumps her rib, and somehow Tayuya feels calmer, laying a shaking hand on the warm swell that grows heavier week by week.
She wishes she was happy the way Temari is but she’s scared, more than she could ever admit. She wonders so often if it would be easier in the end if her body just gave out on her and she lost the baby before she has to face what it may be.
But she imagines Shikamaru with Temari’s child in his arms, and she wonders where she stands in the life of a man and his family if she loses the only thing she could give him. It's already taken her so long to stop feeling like she's just been allowed into this life with them on their good graces, and losing that feeling of belonging is the worst thing that she could imagine for herself right now.
Shikamaru’s arms pull tightly around her and he nuzzles her neck, spreading both his hands warmly and possessively over the bump of her stomach, feeling the tension in her shoulders that means she’s thinking much too hard again. He kisses her jaw, her ear, her cheek, and her mouth when she turns her head to the first touches.
“Come on, everyone back in bed.” He says quietly. “We don’t have to sleep, let’s just settle down, okay?”
Temari nods off again in twenty minutes, curled against Tayuya’s back, nuzzling her hair. Shikamaru stays awake a few hours, talking softly with her, trying to come back down from the panic of his lover’s restlessness that keeps him thinking much too hard as well.
Tayuya sleeps at dawn, when the shadows melt.
Oh god that's a fucking huge post - please don't kill me! >_<
(Crossposted to my writing journal - zips_bunny_farm )
I wanted - oh I really really wanted - to do the 'origin story' first.
I love my new threesome - Shikamaru/Temari/Tayuya from Naruto but as most of you know if you know who Tayuya is... she's sort of dead. >_> Yah.
This of course necessitated that I create an alternate universe for my trio to exist in.
These stories - and all the stories that will follow them - take place in a universe that diverges from the Naruto canon durring the 'Five Man Team' story arc.
I DO have a story - for the 'If Only' theme - that will tell you what happened that changed that bit of canon. I will tell the stories of all that happened after that - the progession of fate that brings my three together. Some of these stories will deal with the triangle predating the trio and how they become trio instead of triangle. But I won't be posting those stories until they are ALL done and can be put together in a proper sequence of events, so that they can alllll be understood. (There's about five of them at this point, maybe more when I get to it. Yeah. >_<)
For now - I give you the stories that come after those stories. If you take Tayuya's existence as given, you will understand them all just fine. I won't bring up plot junk from the 'Origins' storyline that won't make sense, I swear. (If I do write something you don't understand, HIT me with a big wooden spoon!)
So yes.
Established realtionship and crazy wacky fun with my two favourite girls and their favourite boy. ^^
(OMFG so much first person pov writing! URK MY THIRD PERSON SKILLZZ! THEY DIE!)
Theme:17 - Fever
Fandom/Pairing: Naruto - Shikamaru/Tayuya/Temari
Title: Burned Up
Author: Lady Zip
Rating: NC-17 (Mmmm... Naked Tayuya...)
Disclaimer: I wonder if Kishimoto-sama would accept a soul as a royalty payment…
I should have remembered my condition.
I was once a kunoichi, elite and strong, I should have known better than to venture out with anything less than ten layers of fabric between my skin and that wide open sky. Forget about letting her undress me…
But, she kissed me, and I just… forgot where I was.
She has that way of making me forget. I become conscious of nothing but her tongue in my mouth and her hands on my body and the moist heat of her skin as I straddle her stomach, bucking and helpless while her fingers move inside me.
She was barely dressed, I wasn’t at all, and she still talked to me as if I was coherent enough to really listen.
She leaned up to nip my breast into her mouth and suckle briefly (too brief! don’t stop!) before burying her nose to my chest. Her tongue traced a tiny line up to my collarbone (and my fingers are in her hair, fisted through those ponytails, shivering and weak) and she nipped at my neck and hissed in my ear.
She told me that she had dreamed of me like this weeks ago and couldn’t let go of the image. That she had to see me just once, backed by that big bright sky, moaning for more while she strokes me to oblivion and back.
I’m scorched - nape to nethers - and she’s not sorry.
Shikamaru laughed at me, then scolded her for not thinking of my complexion. Reminding her that I wasn’t born to this climate and what did she think would happen?
And then she tells him how far below my waistband that sunburn goes, and what we were doing (what she was doing to me…) that exposed me so perfectly for so long.
All the colour comes into his face at once and I’m surprised there’s even enough blood left in his head for that.
I’m embarrassed and I entertain the thought of smacking her… until she pouts at me, apologetic and sweet, and offers to soothe my wounds.
I accept and stretch out on the bed, smug and self-assured at first (that’s right bitch, fix what you wrecked…) and then her hands - slick and cool with aloe lotion - stroke down from my shoulders to the curve of my ass and over…
I squirm, try to pretend that it doesn’t make me wet while she moves her fingers in sweeping strokes - down my spine, up the backs of my legs, at the sides of my breasts.
I’m panting, flushed as if fevered, and I can’t even feel the hurt anymore. All that she is exists in that sweet cool touch, and when I lift my head I already suspect what she’s going to do. But that fascinated smile on Shikamaru’s face makes me sure - even more so than the sight of him already hard in his own hand.
She pauses, palms light and smooth on my cheeks and then her fingers stroke inside and her thumb rolls over that little nub of sensation that makes all my limbs tremble at once. I’m biting my own lip, moaning her name into the bedcovers, helpless again.
Can’t think, can’t fight, can’t escape...
She moves roughly and relentlessly, Shikamaru’s eyes could burn holes in my back, and I bury my face in my folded arms. I’m whimpering, begging, straining for release when she gives it to me and her name is on my lips when I come, no matter that I’m cursing it (Ah! Fuck! Tema!).
She stretches out, languid and pleased, beside me as I come shivering down from heaven and I forget whatever indignation was waiting for her as she pulls me to her and kisses me. It’s all burning away - meaningless smoke and mirrors…
Except for the feel of her fingers petting through my hair, her shoulder and the generous soft curve of her breast beneath my cheek. I’m grounded again in the smell of her skin and the sigh in her voice when she says my name.
I forget, and the ignorance is bliss.
Theme: 11 - Snowfall
Fandom/Pairing: Naruto - Shikamaru/Tayuya/Temari
Title: The Winter
Author: Lady Zip
Rating: PG (Fear my Canadian influence!)
Disclaimer: I wonder if Kishimoto-sama would accept a soul as a royalty payment…
Temari’s never seen anything like it. She hates it instantly. The chill of it creeps down her back and makes her toes curl in her boots. She hates the boots too, doesn’t like covering so much of her feet, and she complains every time she pulls on her coat. She grumbles all the time about how we moved here and not to her home and asks me silly questions like ‘how did I talk her into this’ and ‘why didn’t I warn her this was as unpleasant to live through as it was to visit’.
She misses the dry heat of her desert home. No season is right. The humidity in spring makes her hair curl, she says, and she spends an hour in the mornings combing it out straight, when she can spare the time. It’s pointless to argue with her about it - she just likes things how she likes them. So I’ll never tell her I think it’s cute how her hair ringlets up in the morning after she’s showered, that I like seeing her so tossed and dishevelled in the early dawn after a damp night.
The fall is annoying. Chilly and wet, with so much debris from these foolish plants, shedding all over her property and making her learn to use a rake.
But winter is the worst. Everything is so dead and barren, and it’s all covered in ice so that you can’t walk anywhere without falling on your ass five times. You have to wear forty layers of clothing to keep warm. (But that’s just her, I can survive on two.)
Winter’s only blessing, as far as she is concerned, is the dry air that lets her hair lay straight.
Tayuya says the winters are much colder in the sound. Where she grew up it snowed four months out of the year with biting winds and lakes frozen so solid you could walk on them. She insists that this is small potatoes, a drop in the bucket as far as cold weather is concerned.
But her bones complain - creaking, aching with the temperature change. Just dragging herself out of bed in the morning sets a chill into her that she can’t shake. She winces more than usual as she clambers to her feet and she wears three sets of socks just to try to keep the chill out of her toes.
Her joints seem to pop in unhealthy ways and the sound makes me imagine the way an ice cube cracks apart in a glass when the water is too warm. It makes me remember first seeing her again in the hospital, incoherent on dangerously high doses of painkillers, with her legs strung up in racks, and Shizune describing the twenty-three piece puzzle of her right tibia and femur, never mind the slivers of fibula that they couldn’t even find…
I dream irrationally that she might fall on the ice and shatter into a million pieces like a little clay pot. But experienced, unlike Temari, she is surefooted and fast on the icy street, making fun of our lover - her very own little rival - for falling so many times.
The worst of Tayuya’s winter, however, is that her muscles ache worse than ever. She can’t say it, won’t admit it, but there are days when just rolling over in bed is agony.
She just sits and endures, too proud to cry when her right leg spasms for hours and won’t stop. She’ll take a long hot shower and break down and swear to herself under the spray, sitting on the floor of the tub rubbing her calves in inexpert desperation.
And Temari will come to her when she’s had enough of being proud, rub her hands together, and take the worst leg into her lap. Tayuya bites her lip and lets herself relax at last, groaning in muted relief as Temari’s careful fingers massage away the tension and ease the seizing tendons.
Often when she’s finished Tayuya is asleep - exhausted from fighting and humbled from being rescued - and Temari doesn’t wake her, merely curls up to her side and sleeps with her. They say their thanks in the morning, buried in the blankets in the middle of our bed, warm and safe and happy for those blissful ten minutes before they get up to face the cold.
I let them have the moment. It’s the best part of my winter so far.
Theme: 24 - Dreaming
Fandom/Pairing: Naruto - Shikamaru/Tayuya/Temari
Title: She Cries
Author: Lady Zip
Rating: PG-13 (Angst)
Disclaimer: I wonder if Kishimoto-sama would accept a soul as a royalty payment…
She wakes in the night with a scream, lashing out with rage and power, barely aware of her lovers until she’s punched Shikamaru in the stomach and given Temari a bloody nose. She collapses in a heap beside the bed, hitting the floor with a heavy crack, curled up on herself in phantom agony and heaving up an empty stomach until she can barely breathe.
Shikamaru lays his hands on her, voice whispering, winded. She realises who she’s with, where she is. Her body shakes, and she starts to cry.
That frightens Temari, because Tayuya has never cried like this before. Not in front of them at least. She’s endured worse pain that Temari could stand with curses and wincing and wrenching of fingers. She’s sat through agony with barely a tear to brush off her cheek. And here she is sobbing and gasping, scared - broken down by one bad night despite all her bravery.
Shikamaru pulls her awkwardly against his chest and strokes her back while she breathes in hard hitches against his skin. She takes a long few minutes to calm down again and he feels helpless holding her like this, unable even to speak loud enough to soothe her but unsure of what to say anyway.
The baby is squirming and restless inside and it makes Tayuya sick to her stomach again. With all that kicking and tossing within she can’t shake off the nightmare completely. She thinks that perhaps those little kicks in the kidneys are what made it so real.
She’s dreamed of them before, of course, but in brief flashes that woke her with a start. This was the first time that she felt helpless - remembering what she was meant to forget - pinned down, in agony, with his hands fishing inside her for things he can’t find. Fingers pulling flesh loose, re-routing organs and chakra and things that were never meant to coexist with the human heart.
For a moment she has the horrible thought that her baby will be born inhuman like she is - pushed from her body with the mark of HIS curse firmly set on her tiny chest…
Temari strokes her back, her hair, puts an arm around her waist and asks what she dreamed of. Is she alright? Does she need something?
Tayuya shakes her head and burrows close between them both, unwilling and unable to talk. She wonders if Sakon sees what she does in the night. If he’s begun to remember as she has what was taken away from them without their even knowing it.
Temari’s round stomach nudges her side, a restless kick from inside her lover bumps her rib, and somehow Tayuya feels calmer, laying a shaking hand on the warm swell that grows heavier week by week.
She wishes she was happy the way Temari is but she’s scared, more than she could ever admit. She wonders so often if it would be easier in the end if her body just gave out on her and she lost the baby before she has to face what it may be.
But she imagines Shikamaru with Temari’s child in his arms, and she wonders where she stands in the life of a man and his family if she loses the only thing she could give him. It's already taken her so long to stop feeling like she's just been allowed into this life with them on their good graces, and losing that feeling of belonging is the worst thing that she could imagine for herself right now.
Shikamaru’s arms pull tightly around her and he nuzzles her neck, spreading both his hands warmly and possessively over the bump of her stomach, feeling the tension in her shoulders that means she’s thinking much too hard again. He kisses her jaw, her ear, her cheek, and her mouth when she turns her head to the first touches.
“Come on, everyone back in bed.” He says quietly. “We don’t have to sleep, let’s just settle down, okay?”
Temari nods off again in twenty minutes, curled against Tayuya’s back, nuzzling her hair. Shikamaru stays awake a few hours, talking softly with her, trying to come back down from the panic of his lover’s restlessness that keeps him thinking much too hard as well.
Tayuya sleeps at dawn, when the shadows melt.
Oh god that's a fucking huge post - please don't kill me! >_<
(Crossposted to my writing journal - zips_bunny_farm )