#shadowofadeer

[xshikadai]

                                                    THE  NARA  FAMILY.

[sandtied-blog]

@shadowofadeer greets him at the gate ---- 

and it’s a pleasant greeting; it’s been some time since gaara had managed to steal himself away from work to visit for pleasure rather than for meetings. he hadn’t seen his sister or brother-in-law in months. ‘marhabaan, shikamaru.’ he greeted with a nod of his head. ‘you didn’t have to come out here to meet me, i could have found my way.’

[fleuriist]

❛ wake up, shikamaru ! we have a mission ! ❜  the fact she had to resort to BARGE into   his house due to no one answering the   door already was a pain, but now to be presented with her sleeping teammate was         going to require more effort.

@shadowofadeer . 

[tetsusuna-blog]

@shadowofadeer

           At the station Shinki stood close to where the train began to depart for its next destination, green eyes scanning the crowd until he found who he was looking for. His bag was adjusted beneath his cloak before he walked toward his uncle, clearing his throat to get his attention.

[xshikadai]

what the hell, son

       ‘    it is what it is,  oyaji.    ’

[thirdstartokonoha]

she’s gracing him with a smirk, allowing her hand to run freely over his shoulder, up and down his arm, and across the planes of his chest. “you’re so… handsome.”

@shadowofadeer

[thirdstartokonoha]

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no

@shadowofadeer he said no

[thirdstartokonoha]

@shadowofadeer

overwhelmed — he dares not move an inch, face undeniably hot, mouth uncomfortably dry.  “  of course not,  ”  he is able to muster the ability to speak, so long as he doesn’t allow his eyes to wander upon her nearly-bare chest. instinct had kicked in as they’d made out; shikamaru’s hands had wandered too low, fingertips ghosting across the hem of his girlfriend’s shirt, and, with the accompanied moan as his lips devoured the sensitive areas upon her neck, she had responded by lifting her arms. both of their minds had ultimately shut down, pure instinct driving them to undress one another (  his shirt had been tossed to the ground at least three minutes and fifteen seconds ago  ). after a bit of fondling, his hands had wandered behind her, following the lining of temari’s bra until his fingertips reached its clasp. fortunately  (  or unfortunately, depending on who you asked and when )  immediately after unclasping the garment, something within shikamaru’s mind had kicked back on, urging him tostop what he was doing. they had gotten caught in the heat of the moment, and though they were two consenting adults, they both knew it just wasn’t the right time to share such anintimate experience with one another.

he’s effectively killed the mood, (  his current appearance can’t be seen as sexy, even in the slightest; he can’t even look temari in the eye, for christ’s sake!  )  and though she may bedisappointed now, he knows she’ll thank him later, when the time is right, and they’re making love for the first time with love in the air, rather than solely lust.  “  i’m sorry. i just ruined this entire thing, didn’t i?  ”  now, however, he brings himself to look at her, an apologetic look in his eyes. god, with that smirk on her lips, and the flush of her skin…  “  you’re beautiful, you know. not that you aren’t any other time! it’s just — you’re so beautiful right now, in this moment, and i’m a complete fuck up for ruining it. i just… i just don’t want out first time to belike this.  ”

“i get it,” she breathes,”i’m beautiful all the time.” a grin has taken the place of her smirk, exposing her white teeth and freeing a few peels of soundless laughter. there’s a lot of emotion swirling in her chest, and, other than kissing him, which appears not to be an option at the moment, laughing is the only other thing she’s found that lets her breathe again. “it’s not ruined.” she’s gifted with no patience like the patience she is gifted with right now, when it comes to shikamaru. it probably means something about her feelings she prefers altogether not to acknowledge; instead, she buries her white-painted fingers in his loose hair, pushing it back from his face. “it’s not ruined,” she repeats, “and, if it helps, i’m quite confident we don’t have to have sex just because you’ve seen my breasts. there are several steps in between that you are skipping, shikamaru.” the second after her name leaves her lips, she kisses his quickly, observant of the slowing down his mind seems to do whenever she kisses him.

she should be in the moment, thinking about what he’s thinking about, trying to read his mind and cut it off before he does or says something that really will ruin the mood-- he’s getting better, but he’s not there yet. but all most of her conscious thought resources are doing is noting how much she likes him hovering over her. how much she likes how close his body is, where his hands are and where his hands have been, and most of all how sexy him kissing her neck was. if she closes her eyes, he’s still there, soft lips attentive against the most sensitive areas of her neck. but he needs her right now, so her eyes do not close. her eyes are looking into his, too busy falling in love (again) with him to care how red his face is or to visually notice what may-or-may-not be an erection against her thigh. “it’s not a first time,” she disagrees, “not doing that. and i personally think you should ask your girlfriend rather than just presuming she wants to have sex with you right here and now, but that’s just me.”