Feb 11, 2024
Chapter: 22 No Rest for the Wicked
To say that Shikamaru didn’t sleep well in the days that followed would be an understatement. As he tossed and turned, struggling for sleep, every night he was haunted by the warm press of Temari’s soft lips, the taste of her, and the tangle of his fingers in her hair.
He’d wake up cursing himself for what he’d said and done. He’d crossed a line with her. The damn line that he was always trying to remind himself he’d drawn for good reason. He’d curse his inability to control himself, all the while reveling in the memory of her burning body pressed against his own. (Or was it his body that burned when they touched?)
It had been a week, and he had seen her alone once... Continue reading A03 or fanfiction.net
