“I’ve never been so scared of losing someone in my entire life, then again nothing in my life has ever meant as much to me as you do.” — Unknown
My deers! Did you all have a nice Christmas? I hope Santa brought you everything that you wanted and more! The lovely @wargraymon0709 requested a sneak peek of the next chapter of “Stalemate” Both of the scenes are incomplete and once the chapter is released will be more fleshed out. Also, the quote above ^ I love so expect to see it in a future chapter. Hope that you like it!
Chapter 6: Deflection (Sneak Peek)
“The food is going to burn.”
“Who gives a fuck.” He replied tightening his grip around her thighs.
“We should have just ordered in if this was going to end up this way.” This, was her sitting on the kitchen island with her dress pulled up to her waist and Shikamaru between her legs.
She laughed at the smug look of satisfaction before pulling him back in.
“Five minutes.” She breathed against his lips.
She insisted that she cook for him. It seemed wrong to have a state of the art kitchen that never got to be used. Shikamaru though was far more interested in eating her.
He shut off the stove before picking her up and laying her down on the expensive dining table.
“You can’t start something and not finish it. Besides, I have my dinner right here. So you’re going to spread those pretty legs and give me what I want to eat.”
She ate up the filthy words that fell from his beautiful mouth.
“Only when it comes to you.”
“And what is it that could be so special about me?”
Temari reached out with a grin but when her fingers gripped cool sheets she groaned sitting up and rubbed at her eyes. The room was familiar but she felt hazy as she tried to reorient herself.
She was home. In her bed.
Tears erupted in her eyes. She couldn’t even remember their last moments together. She vaguely recalled him whispering comforting words to her and his soft lips before the world turned black.
She was so desperate for a connection. For him. That she’d begged for even a doomed relationship. She offered him her heart, asked him to let her into his world. To choose her.
And in the end, he still sent her away.
She felt the room spiral wanting to empty out her stomach seeing the rack of clothing that he’d bought for her.
At her bedside she found a plain white envelope. Her eyes scanned the letter hoping for something, some kind of explanation. Instead she discovered a office memo. She was fired from the club but attached was a severance check that covered her entire year’s salary and more. That was her one connection. Her one way of finding him again. She was sure that if she stepped even a foot near there they’d escort her away immediately.
He was trying to erase her from his life. Trying to undo the ties that they had. The one thing that he’d left her that allowed her to believe that it was real. That he might have actually have some kind of feelings towards her was his jacket that still hung around her shoulders. She tightened it around herself letting the tears fall and sobs rip from her throat.