I'm exhausting yet another topic I've exhausted frequently with no regrets...
Who: Shikamaru and Temari
Where: a generic hotel
When: Friday, November 16th
Warnings: Angst, swearing, touching on touchy subjects.
Open?: NEIN. ...it's done. :D
Hotel rooms sucked. This situation sucked. But ever her determined self, Temari was trying to forget about it for the time being, hanging on to Shikamaru's shoulders as they sat on the bed, with him tapping away at the keyboard of her laptop, while she interjected her commentary. But she was getting tired, her eyelids feeling heavy, yawning in between kissing at his cheek and laughing at whatever they had to say to each other. "You almost done on there baby?"
"Yeah, in a minute." Shikamaru muttered in reply, about to inform the girl he was chatting with he had to get off before she said the same thing to him. Apparently, Kin had some motherly instincts after all and went to tend to one of the kids that had managed to injure itself. Kin was quite entertaining to talk to for being such a crazy bitch, but it was a shame he barely got even a glance of the photos of her and another girl, with Temari standing back there getting all... wife-like. Which actually, he found adorable. It was just cute how every little thing, even him talking to other women, seemed to bother her at times. But, even after Kin got offline, he was still chatting with that guy from work. Yeah, the one who thought he fucked his boyfriend. Really, the guy was pretty damn entertaining himself, and as much as he bothered Shikamaru, he couldn't help but chat with him every now and then.
With a soft sigh, Temari made note of the track change on the music player, and grinned a little more widely than she intended. It was one of those sexy sorts of songs she liked to dance to when he wasn't around. She could understand that he was distracted at the moment...but...she'd find a way to better distract him if she had her way. Pulling her arms back, she slid off the bed and came to stand at the foot of it, looking down at him with her hands on her hips. "Turn it up."
Looking up from the laptop, Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. "What...? Oh." He sighed and turned the music up. Temari didn't even like this kind of music, so he had to wonder why she insisted on upping the volume. After that being done, he just went away to typing again, only glancing up briefly at Temari before he averted his gaze back to the screen, and finally got to look at those girl on girl pictures without her saying Kin was a nasty ho. Maybe she was, but damn, any girls were hot together.
That bastard wasn't paying attention. That was okay though, just this once, because she had a plan. A nasty, evil, sexy plan, but a plan none the less. Slipping off her engagement ring, just to keep it safe, and setting it on the bureau, she let her hips pick up the rhythm of the music, and were fully swinging when she returned to the foot of the bed. All those years of dance weren't for naught. She started with a hand at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up just a little and giving an innocent look.
Seeing Temari moving, Shikamaru glanced up to see exactly what it was she was getting at, but only giggled quietly when he figured it out, and glanced back at the screen, this time to exit the tabs he had open and clear the history so she couldn't revisit the pornographic and girl on girl images he'd viewed and get on his ass for it. Looking back at her, he noticed that evil look in her eyes. Usually, he would pat the bed next to him and suggest they fuck when she started acting sexy, but from the looks of it, she was up to something. But whatever, this was sexy, and he was just going to enjoy the show regardless.
Temari sincerely hoped he didn't think he was getting a free show, as she let her hands pull the shirt up slower and slower, pacing herself perfectly as she twisted and moved with the song. She knew when the song would end and where she would be when it did. Finally, somewhere in the middle, the shirt came off and fell to the floor rather unceremoniously, her hands moving to the button on her pants, undoing it in time, and turning her back on him by the time she finally got to bending over to slide them down to the floor. But by the time she stepped out of them, the music was coming to a close, and she stood there, still in her bra and panties, looking down at him mischievously.
Well, there it was. As the song ended and she seemed to be finished, Shikamaru closed the laptop and pushed it aside, not caring whether or not it would fall off and hit the floor or whatever. He was far too interested in other things, as it stood. And they involved him and Temari, in this bed together. He wasn't going to say anything though, as he had enough confidence she would know what he wanted and agree, like she always did.
"Well? What are you staring at?" Temari asked in mock-honesty, although she knew exactly what he was staring at. And she knew exactly what he was expecting right about that, but she felt like being a little unpredictable. She hadn't been unpredictable in a long time, and it was time to get back in touch with herself.
What a stupid question. What was he staring at. Like she didn't know. He would have scoffed and rolled his eyes right then and there, but he was too horny to bother with their little attitude teasing right then. Smiling at her briefly, Shikamaru pulled the sheets off the bed slightly and motioned her over. "...Come here."
Still grinning wildly, Temari took a step back. "No." She attempted to leave her answer flat, but it came out with sort of a dark laugh.
If Shikamaru didn't know Temari any better, he would assume something was wrong, but as it stood, he was just rather confused. Temari seemed to enjoy sex as much as he did, as often as he did, and usually, if he got a no, he would just assume she wasn't in the mood and leave it at that. But with her having just stripped down, he figured she was trying to fuck with him and sighed. Women. "Why?" He asked, raising an eyebrow again, stripping his shirt off even as she was making a point of moving away from the bed.
"Cuz you haven't earned it yet, baby," she explained. In truth, she wanted it probably more than he did. It was, surprisingly enough, a nice way to wind down and not just a way to satisfy her hormones. Loving and being loved really helped her satiate the rage that built up and let her down into more calm, rational thinking. But she was feeling particularly playful--perhaps as a defense mechanism against everything that had been going on--and decided it entertaining to tease him a bit first.
Exhaling, Shikamaru hesitantly got off the bed, approaching Temari, stopping once he was right in front of her and draped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her down so her face met his, and smirked, almost like he wasn't surprised she was doing this, but really, he expected it. Maybe not this certain scene, but he saw things like this coming. "Oh?" He finally asked, quietly, though he sounded more impatient and eager than anything, because honestly, he was. "How am I supposed to earn it?"
"Well," she said, contemplating and dragging the word out, as she turned her head just enough so that they weren't quiet so face to face. She'd thought of so many different things to do in this situation that it was hard to choose just one. When she came to her decision, her grin had turned into something wicked, although her tone reflected that she was still just being playful, and not actually trying to be me. "Prove that you deserve it. You're a smart boy, you can figure it out.
As much as Shikamaru would have liked to play along, he had also come to realize that when he was horny he wanted sex then and there, regardless of location or situation; he just liked to outright fuck when he felt like it. And he was getting a little bothered now, having been pretty much spoiled with Temari satisfying his random and constant sexual needs when he got them, and now she just intentionally turned him on to tease him. And as cruel as he felt that was, it was a very Temari-like thing to do. "It'd be easier if you told me." He replied, moving an arm so he could take her by the chin, turning her face so it would line up with his again, and started kissing her, regardless if she was going to stop him or not.
Forcefully pushing him back, she slipped away from his grip and his kiss--which had really felt good for those couple of seconds--and took several more steps back. "But it's much more fun to make you figure it out yourself," she replied. "So the answer is no until you can convince me otherwise."
Bringing a hand up to rub his mouth slightly, Shikamaru looked away from Temari, trying to figure out exactly what it was she wanted from him, and not really figuring it out, returned to the bed, stopping one he stood at the edge, then glanced back at her, motioning her over. "Get in the bed." It sounded like more of a plea than a command, and Temari probably wouldn't like that, but he was too horny to care.
"No." Her voice and expression were resolute. She wasn't going to give in until she got what she wanted, no matter how much she wanted to pounce on him right then and there. Now it was just a matter of pride and she was going to get him to beg for it sooner or later. Hopefully, for her sake, and for his, it would be sooner rather than later, although with the way things were going, he was going to put up a fight.
Standing there for a minute, not saying anything, Shikamaru frowned at the bed, ended up glaring at it like it was the bed's fault or something his wife was holding out on him. But he wouldn't blame the bed. The bed was a wonderful place to be. Some of his favorite activities happened there; sleep and sex. Yeah, that was pretty much as good as life could get, and up until tonight, he had it made with that. But it was starting to look like Temari was going to hold out on him until he did... whatever. And he really just wanted to get this over with. Part of him just wanted to go jack off, but that wasn't nearly as good as having sex, and he knew that if he just did the right things, they would end up fucking. So he thought for a second, and without realizing it he began biting his nails during that process. But he didn't want to have to placate her, because he and she both knew they could be in having sex right now, and that would be far more interesting than whatever she wanted from him. She could just say yes and hop in bed with him, and they could be having a damn good time, but no, she had to play around like this. Sighing, rolling his eyes, he finally turned to look at her, shooting her a glare. But not because he was upset, he was just annoyed that he still had trouble figuring her out. But he didn't say anything because, fuck this. She was pretty fucking cruel to turn him on like that and then do this.
Temari watched on expectantly. As so many had told her, she was stubborn and she wasn't any where near giving in there. So she stood there, folding her arms over her chest and waiting for at least something before she gave in. Even just a little something, although the more he resisted, the less fun this became. "Come on, I don't have all night," she prompted when she finally couldn't stand the silence anymore, hoping that her firm tone would get something out of him.
"Well, what do you want me to do Temari, beg? Fine, please?" He really didn't want to have to go through all this to get laid, and as he didn't even entirely know what this was, he saw even less of a point to all of it. But whatever pleased the Temari, he figured, must go. Especially now, with her... hormones and all that shit. Sighing and climbing into bed, Shikamaru started undressing, regardless if Temari was coming or not.
Grumbling almost inaudibly, Temari gave an exasperated sigh and moved back over to sit on the corner of the bed, feeling rather annoyed. She was just trying to have fun, did he have to go and ruin it like that? And now she wasn't even in the mood anymore, but he'd be pissed if she didn't put out, so she'd deal with it as the lesser of the two evils. But that wasn't going to wipe the pout of her face, or the huff out of her posture as she waited on him.
After looking her over, Shikamaru stopped where he was and moved to sit next to Temari, draping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. She just had to go and make him feel bad like that. But if she wasn't up for it, then fuck it. He'd just go take a shower and jack off after he figured what the problem was. Though for the most part, he gathered it was his lack of cooperation to her little escapades, and now he kind of regretted being too forward about it. But she knew that's how he was. And it was really her fault for getting him addicted to sex.
"What's wrong?" He asked, kissing her lightly on the cheek, and almost not wanting to hear the reply.
Pulling away a little but not entirely out of his arms, Temari was at a bit of a loss for what to say, only because her instincts, or hormones as the case may be, were telling her to tell him to screw off for being an ass, even though he really didn't deserve that. "It's always the same thing, over and over," she finally mustered, without sounding too angry. "It's boring after a while. I was just trying to have a little fun but...tch, whatever, it doesn't even matter. Let's just get this done with."
"Well fuck, if you're going to be that way, just forget it. You don't want to do it anyway." Shikamaru replied, moving away from her in return, and pulling the sheet up to wrap it around his waist before removing his jeans and tossing them off the bed. Really, if she showed no interest whatsoever, that only gave him the impression she really couldn't care what happened either way, and if she didn't, well, he didn't want to waste his time. Of course he wanted it, but sex involved two people, and he wanted whoever he fucked to be willing.
Breathing in and out a few times to stay her temper, Temari gave him a critical look. Why did he have to be so difficult about everything? All it was doing was stressing her out. He'd have plenty of time to rebel against her when she didn't have to be so concerned about her health, but right now, she just wanted a little bit of cooperation. Taking things into her own hands, so that things didn't get out of hand, she simultaneously pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. They were going to do this, regardless of her enthusiasm, because otherwise, there was going to be a fight, and she didn't need that.
Frowning up at her, Shikamaru sighed. "Get off me." Really, he never thought he would say that to her, and he never really wanted to since he was thirteen, but despite how horny he was, he really would never be in the mood to screw a woman who didn't want it. And even if she ended up changing her mind, he would think she was faking it or something. Because he tended to obsess over things like that when it involved the possibility of hurting someone he cared about. Although in this case it probably wouldn't; millions of women had sex with their husbands each day simply to shut them up, and this time really would be no different, but he didn't care. It was just something stupid and he hated how he just couldn't get over certain shit like that. But after their little talk the other day involving certain events in her past, he really didn't feel comfortable with the concept of having sex right now anyway. He wanted to, and he was sure, up until now, that Temari did too. But he still couldn't just drop it. At least, not until he made sure she was comfortable. And at the moment, she wasn't. That was more than evident.
"Have you not caused me enough stress for one night?" Temari replied wearily as she leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder. "Come on, you know I love you." Even though that had nothing to do with the real problem. The problem that she was sad and irritated that her attempt to lighten the atmosphere went otherwise ignored, that he wouldn't just fuck her and get it over with. It was either that, or she'd just feel guilty, and she'd rather not feel guilty on top of everything else that day. Mundane as it was getting, she'd really just rather do this and go to sleep like they always did, rather than cause a scene.
"Yeah, I know. And I love you too." He replied with a sigh, and brought a hand up, mindlessly running his fingers through her hair. "But it's okay. We can just go to bed. I'm pretty tired anyway, and you need your rest." He tried to act disinterested in the matter, despite the fact he still very much wanted to do it. But more than that, he wanted Temari happy. Besides, it wasn't like he'd be the least bit upset with her if he didn't get his sex. He would just be sexually frustrated, and yeah, that did annoy him, and often he got bitchy without even realizing it, but he could physically do without if he had to.
"Fine. Whatever. You go to bed, goodnight," Temari replied moodily, climbing off him and confiscating her laptop from the bed, shoving it into its bag and procuring her book from another bag. She was really getting frustrated with this back and forth thing, and she just wanted the night to be over without an argument. But it was guaranteed that they longer they went without screwing and going to sleep, the more likely it would happen, at least since her game had been ruined, and her temper would almost always get the best of her.
"What, aren't you going to bed?" Shikamaru frowned, sitting up, not taking his eyes off Temari. She was really unbelievably difficult, and the way she had been even before pregnant, he had to wonder how the hell he was going to put up with her once she really started getting hormonal. But the cold, bitterness, the blaming everything on him and attacking him, he could handle. Not all this weepy shit. God, he really wished there was some way to erase that part entirely from the pregnancy altogether. But there wasn't, and he was just going to have to deal with it, placate her, try to cheer her up when she got that way; after all, it was his fault she was pregnant.
Taking a seat in one of the hotel room chairs, Temari opened the book to the page she'd left marked. "Nope," she replied curtly, starting in where she'd left off and rather effectively absorbing herself in the words, although whether she was actually processing them fully or not was an entirely different matter. She was angry, annoyed, let down, depressed, stressed, and just about everything in between, not to mention she'd gone from being insanely horny to completely turned off in a matter of minutes. If he knew what was good for him, he'd just go to sleep now and let her come to bed when she was ready, but Temari knew him better than that. He'd probably come over and try to get her to come to bed and they would fight and there was no way around it.
Sighing, Shikamaru just sat there and watched her for a few minutes, wishing she would just come get in bed with him, but no, she was far too stubborn for that. She would probably sit there all night, reading that stupid book, forcing herself to be angry at him even after she wasn't anymore. And really, he wanted nothing more than to either go take a cold shower and go to bed right now, but she wasn't going to let that happen. Just sitting there like that, giving him the cold shoulder, he couldn't let it go, as deeply as he wished he could. So he got out of bed, frowning, still holding the sheet around his waist and walked over to her, snatching the book and tossing it off behind him, then took her hand, tugging slightly. "Come on, Temari. Get in the bed."
He just wasn't going to give up. She sat there, even as he tugged at her hand, debating whether it was worth her pride to actually give in and avoid the argument. She really just wanted to be alone at the moment, but in the small hotel room, that wasn't an option. "I'm not tired, just go to bed without me," she said, still trying to squelch the urge to smack him or scream at him or something equally as violent. "I'll come to bed in a little while."
After everything that had been going on lately, as stressed as Temari probably was, Shikamaru didn't want to get upset with her and make it even worse. He didn't want to get upset with her, period. But by this time, it was already safe to say he was more than annoyed, with this situation, with her lack of cooperation, with everything. She was angry at him, and sure, she could blame it on the hormones, whereas he couldn't. He couldn't just use something like that as an excuse and he hated it.
"Then just come to bed and don't sleep..." He insisted, giving her hand another pull.
"Fucking hell, you're extra obnoxious tonight," Temari growled, standing, still irritated, yanking her hand from hers and laying on the opposite side, where she could turn her back on him. She had every intention of just getting back up when he was sound asleep, maybe sleeping on the chair, because as far as she was concerned, she wanted nothing to do with him at the moment. Why couldn't he just try to have a little fun with what little time they had left to be intimate? They wouldn't have the chance to do these sorts of things with a newborn, or even a toddler in the house. She wanted to do them now before they just couldn't anymore.
Getting in bed with her, Shikamaru didn't hesitate to get comfortable, covering Temari up and wrapping his arms around her waist. He muttered a quiet "I love you" that she probably didn't even want to hear right now, and whether she responded or not didn't really matter. He had known women to be confusing, difficult, and downright bitchy at times, especially this woman, so he was just going to let her cool down before talking any further, unless she had something to say, which he doubted anyway. And he kind of hoped she didn't, because the only things she probably had on her mind at the present moment involved shit that it would only make matters worse to discuss. He knew it was that way for him, at least.
"Don't touch me," Temari grumbled, pushing his arm from around her waist, jabbing her elbow back to try and get him away from her. She didn't want to be touched right then, she didn't want to be in bed at all, and she definitely didn't want the covers on her, throwing them off the best she could. She just wanted him to go to sleep so she could go back to her chair.
"God, I'm sorry." Moving away from her, Shikamaru rolled his eyes. How the fuck was he supposed to get any sleep worrying about her? And that shit with Hidan wasn't helping, either. The fucker just managed to make some of the nightmares he had been having lately be proven to be true, and it made him fucking sick. That, and now he had a reason to worry about that bastard coming after his wife and kid. Fuck, this was all just plain ridiculous, and he couldn't take his mind off it unless he was having sex, of course. Probably the whole reason he really got into it in the first place, as strange as it was. And he knew maybe it was a little fucked up, but whatever. He wasn't going to put too much thought into it or he really wouldn't be able to get to sleep tonight.
By that point, Temari was feeling a little bit guilty for pushing him away like that. He didn't deserve it, and she didn't need it, but she'd already swallowed her pride and come over there in the first place, so she just stayed there, breathing in and out deeply, shivering slightly from the cold air on her skin. She really did need those covers, but she was being stubborn and she'd suffered a little cold before. She could easily do it again. So even though she really just wanted to curl up in his arms and nestle her head underneath his chin, she just stayed where she lay, hugging herself, and trying not to think about the day. She knew if she did, she'd just get started on thinking how unsafe this world was for her little family.
Watching her lay there for a few seconds, Shikamaru took note of how cold she seemed and got quite annoyed she refused to cover. If it was just her, he'd mind too, but with a baby, it was different; this time he felt like he had to force her to take care of herself, and she just didn't seem to want to do that, for her, for him, for the baby or otherwise. She would probably kick his ass for it, too, but he sat up and grabbed the comforter, draping it over her, tucking her in, and laid back down. "Leave it there." He sounded more controlling than he would have liked to when he spoke those words, and it almost came out like he expected her to listen. He just hoped that she would, though, because he was getting tired of this kind of stuff quickly.
"Fuck you, I'm not a child." Just to be contrary, Temari shrugged the covers off her shoulders, despite how good it felt, how much she really deeply wanted to feel his warmth. She realized they could have been well into another bout of passionate love making if he had just cooperated with her in the first place. It wouldn't even have taken that much longer if he had. She just couldn't tear her mind from that one little thing. That he couldn't just humor her. That all he seemed to care about anymore was getting some, and not whether she enjoyed it, whether it was any fun. Thinking about it, she was starting to find it less enjoyable, and everything combined, they'd been together for hardly a full month. It shouldn't have been like this, not yet. She loved him, so why didn't she just enjoy it like she used to?
"Fuck you, you're fucking acting like one." Shikamaru retorted, getting out of bed and retrieving his pants, pulling them on once he lost the sheet. Maybe his tone was a little bitchy, but he really didn't care anymore. Temari was asking for it, with how stubborn she was being, with her lack of cooperation and everything else. Now he was the one who went to one of the hotel chairs, taking a seat and still watching Temari. This fighting, the arguing, the disagreeing, even on the smallest, most unimportant things, he was sick of all of it; there wasn't a point. To any of it. Yet, they couldn't seem to stop, even if they were trying, even if they went out of their way to avoid it. They just didn't make sense together, and Shikamaru hated that, because he was used to things making sense, he was used to understanding. And with this, he wasn't really sure of anything. He couldn't make predictions that proved to be fact unless he woke up and immediately said they were going to fuck up again today.
How was it that whenever she tried to avoid these things, they happened anyway? What sort of failure was she that she couldn't even avoid fighting with her fiancée, her soon-to-be husband, the man she'd be married to come Monday or Tuesday? She'd be taking his name, mothering his child, and yet she couldn't avoid making things even tenser between them. And she hated how he caused her to swallow down her pride. It killed her more than she dared to admit, because she knew she had to do it to make things work out for them, so that they wouldn't live the rest of their lives being miserable. After a minute or two, she stood and ambled over to where he sat, forcing her way into his lap as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Exhaling, Shikamaru draped his arms around Temari and pulled her into a loose hug, leaning on her shoulder for a good long moment, not saying anything. Now he had gotten too deep in thought, and there didn't seem to be any changing that when it escalated to a certain point, about some things in particular. He was sorry, sure, but he didn't think it mattered to say it, not again. If he said it too many times, she more than likely wasn't going to believe it anyway, and he hated knowing that. It was just like when he said I love you five times in one minute; the more he confessed just about anything to her, the less she seemed to care or trust him. Either way, he had learned his lesson. But he didn't like it.
"You know I'll do anything for you." He mumbled, barely coherent, planting a light kiss on her shoulder.
"I know," she replied just as quietly, resting her head against his. She could have fallen asleep right then and there, but knew that it wouldn't be a very good idea, both for her and for the fact that she could fall off, or he really could accidentally hit her in this sort of position. Instead, she sat there, reaching a hand up to stroke his hair gently, tilting her head to kiss at the side of his, lingering there longer than even necessary. She knew, deep down, that he really did love her and he was only trying to look out for her best interests...but they both needed to learn to compromise a little better. "I love you," she finally continued, softly, breathing out deeply as she did.
Taking one of her hands in his after removing his arms, Shikamaru averted his gaze, shaking his head and sighing as he brushed his fingers over the skin on the back of her hand, which was surprisingly smooth, at least to him. "I love you too." He replied, voice still quiet. Having her close like this, it usually felt so nice, it should have been that way now, but something about this situation, about them, just gave it a kind of depressed theme. He felt this way, and he was pretty sure she got the same idea. He wasn't sure what it was, and God would he like to, so maybe then he would be able to fix things, or at least make them a little better. He figured maybe it was the honesty; as much as he felt comfortable telling her certain things about him, as much as he wanted to tell her everything, as much as he felt he needed to know about her and actually asked, that always seemed to cause problems for them. But maybe it was something else.
Taking note of how tired Temari seemed, and trying to tear himself away from thinking too deeply on all of this, Shikamaru patted her on the hand lightly, trying to get her attention if she was miles away herself. "Babe, you ready to go to bed yet?"
They didn't really fight that much more than other couples. Maybe a little bit more, but not that drastically much more. Yet it seemed to hurt so much more than it should have. And Temari could think all day and night on it, but she would never figure out how that could even be. All she wanted to do was stop arguing so much or make it hurt less. That's all she wanted, but she didn't even know where to start. But now...just wasn't the time, either. Instead, she pulled his arms from her and shifted so that she was straddling his lap, albeit not in the most comfortable way, then put her arms back around his neck. Leaning in, it took everything she had to not start kissing him passionately, because when it came down to it, no matter how hard they fought, now matter how much they said they yelled and screamed and grumbled and bitched, she still loved him.
"Is that what you really want, baby?" He might not even still be in the mood, and if he wasn't, then she would drop it, but she was feeling significantly more willing--after all, it was their way of reconciling--and it was worth the try.
Bringing his hands up to run through her hair, Shikamaru rested his hands on the back of her head, pushing her closer just slightly though, and thought on her words for a second. He knew what she was getting at, but he didn't know if it was the best idea in the world; sure, it would be a lot better than going to bed either sad or angry, definitely upset, and probably stay that way all next morning, being as stubborn as they tended to be, and then they probably wouldn't give in and just make shit easier. But really, maybe it was what they needed; it wasn't a solution in the slightest, but it was a temporary fix, and if that was all they could get for now, which it was, they just needed to take it. But the thing was, he didn't know what she wanted, so he had to ask before he said yes or no. So after giving her a light kiss he sighed and took the weight off her neck, pulling back just a hair so he could get a better view of her. "I don't know... What do you want to do?"
"You," Temari said gently, pressing her lips against his--not too hard, and enough that he could easily push her or pull away if he didn't want it. But she needed to make sure he knew that she really was willing and not just trying to please him. She figured it was what they really needed at the moment. Or at least what she needed. Wanted. Whatever it really was.
Even if Shikamaru hadn't been in the mood he would have kissed Temari back, wrapping his arms around her as he did so, pulling her even closer. Now it was clear where this was going to end up, which, he assumed, was better than being clueless to the entire situation, though he still wasn't sure if that was the best way to go; but if it made Temari feel better, if it resolved things between them for now, made them happy, even for the smallest bit of time, he was more than willing to do it, and knowing it would make her hurt less made him want it more. And sure, he was horny, but he could have lived with that. But it was kind of sad, how the status of their relationship was all determined on whether they had sex or not. At least they had something, though. A lot of couples didn't even have that much. Or that's what he told himself to make it seem more normal.
Sliding out of his lap, Temari took a few steps backwards, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it slide off her arms and fall to the floor. Giving him a beckoning look, when she finally backed into the bed, she sat and waited for him. If there was one thing to be said of their relationship, it was that she could forgive him for nearly anything, really and truly forgive him. And it seemed like he was the same, looking at how much he'd already forgiven her for. She just wished they didn't have to keep doing such things. But she also knew that it wouldn't be instant. They couldn't just snap their fingers and be a normal couple. They had to work on it, and for now, they would have to deal with just temporary fixes like this, until they didn't need to fix anything anymore. She knew she could accomplish it, and she knew he could too, if only he didn't get too disheartened along the way.
Standing from his chair, he did as she silently asked, and followed her, stopping once he reached the edge of the bed, he took her by the shoulders, climbed up on her lap, practically straddling it as he did so, and started kissing her, leaning into it and forcing her to fall back onto the bed, but he hadn't pulled away then either, so he was leaning overtop of her now, and once again, he was wondering how the hell things had come to this; once they were content, at least he thought, in calling each other names on a daily basis, picking on each other with no real reasoning, but at the end, he always went back home, left her realizing he actually liked all of that. He did. And now he finally got what he wanted, he got the woman of his dreams, and something just wasn't right here. Maybe it was their personalities; maybe they just couldn't get a long, try as they might, because they spent so long doing those types of things, poking fun and name-calling. And maybe, in time, they would be more content, more sure of their relationship and they would be happy because of that.
While she liked the way he kissed her, it wasn't the most comfortable of positions for Temari, so after a bit of it, she gently pulled away from him, lingering just enough so that he wouldn't think she was leaving him, and slipped out from under him to take up a more conventional position on the bed. Holding out her arms, she waited for him to come over, but didn't pause in saying what was on her mind, what she thought she needed to say.
"You know, we're not a normal couple," she started, stating what they both knew rather well. "But baby...maybe we're not really meant to be a normal couple. I mean...we don't have to be like everyone else, you know. We can just...be us and be happy, you know? We're different...but...I like different."
"Yeah, but this isn't..." He started, moving to sit next to her, sighing. He really didn't want to get talking, he didn't want to go saying what was on his mind, he didn't want to admit how he felt about all of this, because that would probably only cause more problems for them. He hated that, too. Always having to worry, always second-guessing everything he did or said, and changing his first instincts to appease both of them. Things shouldn't have been like this. And although, yeah, they were different, there was still something seriously wrong. They were young, they didn't need all of this shit, the kind of crap that happened once you were with someone for years, and they still had been together about two months, if that, and that was barely even enough time to call what they had a relationship. Not that they had a choice, with a kid on the way now.
Dismissing his thoughts right there, Shikamaru shook his head to say he was done and got overtop of Temari again, continuing to kiss her, and reached out for the blanket, pulling it around them once he'd located it.
"Isn't what?" she asked into his lips, although she knew there was no answer that he was going to give her. Nothing he was willing to say. She was vaguely bothered that he didn't think he could be honest with her, but she wasn't going to fight it. Sure, her heart sank a little, but...she just wanted to do this. Still, she couldn't leave it at just that. Something was on his mind, something was worrying him. She could feel it in the way he touched her, the sound of his voice and his breathing and it bothered her still, even as she decided not to press the matter. "It's gonna be okay," she finally mustered, pulling her head back. She needed to say it and he needed to hear it. "I promise. It's going to be okay. So you can stop worrying."
"Yeah... I believe you. I know it will." He didn't. Not really. After everything that happened, after it got better, things always just managed to end up shitty again, and he was sick of it. But he was more sick of putting his confidence in this messed up world, sick of expecting things to get better, believing they would, only to get the opposite. But he would lie to her, just about things like this, because it was better. If she thought he felt that way, then she didn't have to be concerned about him, she didn't need all that extra stress, especially with the baby.
"Don't lie to me, hun," she said, gently chiding, as she reached between them to tug at his pants to get them off again. "Say nothing if you must, just don't lie to me, but things aren't going to get better if you're keeping shit from me." It was true, really. Everything he didn't tell her just made it harder for her to make an effort towards a better relationship between them. Any bit of misinformation would hurt the effort. But if he wasn't going to tell her anything, she'd rather he not lie and completely mislead her. "But you know you can talk to me if you need to. I don't want you to think you have to keep stuff from me."
Rolling his eyes, Shikamaru reached down and pushed his pants down, then managed to get them off, tossing them off the bed. "I don't need to talk." He started blankly, almost annoyed she caught him at his lying. He was trying to do it with good intentions, but she actually did have a point, and he knew that, whether he was willing to admit it or not. Things couldn't get better when he was planning on being dishonest, even if it was about small things, she would still be upset by the fact he was lying to her at all.
"Yes you do. We can talk later though," she whispered into his ear as she craned her neck up to give him a little nip. She felt bad that he didn't feel like he could talk to her, open up to her, but...at the very least, now she knew where to start. Whether it was that she'd broken his trust or it was just his nature, she would have to work on gaining it, or regaining it as the case may be, so that there were no secrets between the two of them. Because they needed communication more than they needed anything else. But right now, even more than that, she needed his touch. Because as mundane as it might have become, their intimate moments were so much more reassuring of the love between them than any 'I love you' could ever convey.
Where: a generic hotel
When: Friday, November 16th
Warnings: Angst, swearing, touching on touchy subjects.
Open?: NEIN. ...it's done. :D
Hotel rooms sucked. This situation sucked. But ever her determined self, Temari was trying to forget about it for the time being, hanging on to Shikamaru's shoulders as they sat on the bed, with him tapping away at the keyboard of her laptop, while she interjected her commentary. But she was getting tired, her eyelids feeling heavy, yawning in between kissing at his cheek and laughing at whatever they had to say to each other. "You almost done on there baby?"
"Yeah, in a minute." Shikamaru muttered in reply, about to inform the girl he was chatting with he had to get off before she said the same thing to him. Apparently, Kin had some motherly instincts after all and went to tend to one of the kids that had managed to injure itself. Kin was quite entertaining to talk to for being such a crazy bitch, but it was a shame he barely got even a glance of the photos of her and another girl, with Temari standing back there getting all... wife-like. Which actually, he found adorable. It was just cute how every little thing, even him talking to other women, seemed to bother her at times. But, even after Kin got offline, he was still chatting with that guy from work. Yeah, the one who thought he fucked his boyfriend. Really, the guy was pretty damn entertaining himself, and as much as he bothered Shikamaru, he couldn't help but chat with him every now and then.
With a soft sigh, Temari made note of the track change on the music player, and grinned a little more widely than she intended. It was one of those sexy sorts of songs she liked to dance to when he wasn't around. She could understand that he was distracted at the moment...but...she'd find a way to better distract him if she had her way. Pulling her arms back, she slid off the bed and came to stand at the foot of it, looking down at him with her hands on her hips. "Turn it up."
Looking up from the laptop, Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. "What...? Oh." He sighed and turned the music up. Temari didn't even like this kind of music, so he had to wonder why she insisted on upping the volume. After that being done, he just went away to typing again, only glancing up briefly at Temari before he averted his gaze back to the screen, and finally got to look at those girl on girl pictures without her saying Kin was a nasty ho. Maybe she was, but damn, any girls were hot together.
That bastard wasn't paying attention. That was okay though, just this once, because she had a plan. A nasty, evil, sexy plan, but a plan none the less. Slipping off her engagement ring, just to keep it safe, and setting it on the bureau, she let her hips pick up the rhythm of the music, and were fully swinging when she returned to the foot of the bed. All those years of dance weren't for naught. She started with a hand at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up just a little and giving an innocent look.
Seeing Temari moving, Shikamaru glanced up to see exactly what it was she was getting at, but only giggled quietly when he figured it out, and glanced back at the screen, this time to exit the tabs he had open and clear the history so she couldn't revisit the pornographic and girl on girl images he'd viewed and get on his ass for it. Looking back at her, he noticed that evil look in her eyes. Usually, he would pat the bed next to him and suggest they fuck when she started acting sexy, but from the looks of it, she was up to something. But whatever, this was sexy, and he was just going to enjoy the show regardless.
Temari sincerely hoped he didn't think he was getting a free show, as she let her hands pull the shirt up slower and slower, pacing herself perfectly as she twisted and moved with the song. She knew when the song would end and where she would be when it did. Finally, somewhere in the middle, the shirt came off and fell to the floor rather unceremoniously, her hands moving to the button on her pants, undoing it in time, and turning her back on him by the time she finally got to bending over to slide them down to the floor. But by the time she stepped out of them, the music was coming to a close, and she stood there, still in her bra and panties, looking down at him mischievously.
Well, there it was. As the song ended and she seemed to be finished, Shikamaru closed the laptop and pushed it aside, not caring whether or not it would fall off and hit the floor or whatever. He was far too interested in other things, as it stood. And they involved him and Temari, in this bed together. He wasn't going to say anything though, as he had enough confidence she would know what he wanted and agree, like she always did.
"Well? What are you staring at?" Temari asked in mock-honesty, although she knew exactly what he was staring at. And she knew exactly what he was expecting right about that, but she felt like being a little unpredictable. She hadn't been unpredictable in a long time, and it was time to get back in touch with herself.
What a stupid question. What was he staring at. Like she didn't know. He would have scoffed and rolled his eyes right then and there, but he was too horny to bother with their little attitude teasing right then. Smiling at her briefly, Shikamaru pulled the sheets off the bed slightly and motioned her over. "...Come here."
Still grinning wildly, Temari took a step back. "No." She attempted to leave her answer flat, but it came out with sort of a dark laugh.
If Shikamaru didn't know Temari any better, he would assume something was wrong, but as it stood, he was just rather confused. Temari seemed to enjoy sex as much as he did, as often as he did, and usually, if he got a no, he would just assume she wasn't in the mood and leave it at that. But with her having just stripped down, he figured she was trying to fuck with him and sighed. Women. "Why?" He asked, raising an eyebrow again, stripping his shirt off even as she was making a point of moving away from the bed.
"Cuz you haven't earned it yet, baby," she explained. In truth, she wanted it probably more than he did. It was, surprisingly enough, a nice way to wind down and not just a way to satisfy her hormones. Loving and being loved really helped her satiate the rage that built up and let her down into more calm, rational thinking. But she was feeling particularly playful--perhaps as a defense mechanism against everything that had been going on--and decided it entertaining to tease him a bit first.
Exhaling, Shikamaru hesitantly got off the bed, approaching Temari, stopping once he was right in front of her and draped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her down so her face met his, and smirked, almost like he wasn't surprised she was doing this, but really, he expected it. Maybe not this certain scene, but he saw things like this coming. "Oh?" He finally asked, quietly, though he sounded more impatient and eager than anything, because honestly, he was. "How am I supposed to earn it?"
"Well," she said, contemplating and dragging the word out, as she turned her head just enough so that they weren't quiet so face to face. She'd thought of so many different things to do in this situation that it was hard to choose just one. When she came to her decision, her grin had turned into something wicked, although her tone reflected that she was still just being playful, and not actually trying to be me. "Prove that you deserve it. You're a smart boy, you can figure it out.
As much as Shikamaru would have liked to play along, he had also come to realize that when he was horny he wanted sex then and there, regardless of location or situation; he just liked to outright fuck when he felt like it. And he was getting a little bothered now, having been pretty much spoiled with Temari satisfying his random and constant sexual needs when he got them, and now she just intentionally turned him on to tease him. And as cruel as he felt that was, it was a very Temari-like thing to do. "It'd be easier if you told me." He replied, moving an arm so he could take her by the chin, turning her face so it would line up with his again, and started kissing her, regardless if she was going to stop him or not.
Forcefully pushing him back, she slipped away from his grip and his kiss--which had really felt good for those couple of seconds--and took several more steps back. "But it's much more fun to make you figure it out yourself," she replied. "So the answer is no until you can convince me otherwise."
Bringing a hand up to rub his mouth slightly, Shikamaru looked away from Temari, trying to figure out exactly what it was she wanted from him, and not really figuring it out, returned to the bed, stopping one he stood at the edge, then glanced back at her, motioning her over. "Get in the bed." It sounded like more of a plea than a command, and Temari probably wouldn't like that, but he was too horny to care.
"No." Her voice and expression were resolute. She wasn't going to give in until she got what she wanted, no matter how much she wanted to pounce on him right then and there. Now it was just a matter of pride and she was going to get him to beg for it sooner or later. Hopefully, for her sake, and for his, it would be sooner rather than later, although with the way things were going, he was going to put up a fight.
Standing there for a minute, not saying anything, Shikamaru frowned at the bed, ended up glaring at it like it was the bed's fault or something his wife was holding out on him. But he wouldn't blame the bed. The bed was a wonderful place to be. Some of his favorite activities happened there; sleep and sex. Yeah, that was pretty much as good as life could get, and up until tonight, he had it made with that. But it was starting to look like Temari was going to hold out on him until he did... whatever. And he really just wanted to get this over with. Part of him just wanted to go jack off, but that wasn't nearly as good as having sex, and he knew that if he just did the right things, they would end up fucking. So he thought for a second, and without realizing it he began biting his nails during that process. But he didn't want to have to placate her, because he and she both knew they could be in having sex right now, and that would be far more interesting than whatever she wanted from him. She could just say yes and hop in bed with him, and they could be having a damn good time, but no, she had to play around like this. Sighing, rolling his eyes, he finally turned to look at her, shooting her a glare. But not because he was upset, he was just annoyed that he still had trouble figuring her out. But he didn't say anything because, fuck this. She was pretty fucking cruel to turn him on like that and then do this.
Temari watched on expectantly. As so many had told her, she was stubborn and she wasn't any where near giving in there. So she stood there, folding her arms over her chest and waiting for at least something before she gave in. Even just a little something, although the more he resisted, the less fun this became. "Come on, I don't have all night," she prompted when she finally couldn't stand the silence anymore, hoping that her firm tone would get something out of him.
"Well, what do you want me to do Temari, beg? Fine, please?" He really didn't want to have to go through all this to get laid, and as he didn't even entirely know what this was, he saw even less of a point to all of it. But whatever pleased the Temari, he figured, must go. Especially now, with her... hormones and all that shit. Sighing and climbing into bed, Shikamaru started undressing, regardless if Temari was coming or not.
Grumbling almost inaudibly, Temari gave an exasperated sigh and moved back over to sit on the corner of the bed, feeling rather annoyed. She was just trying to have fun, did he have to go and ruin it like that? And now she wasn't even in the mood anymore, but he'd be pissed if she didn't put out, so she'd deal with it as the lesser of the two evils. But that wasn't going to wipe the pout of her face, or the huff out of her posture as she waited on him.
After looking her over, Shikamaru stopped where he was and moved to sit next to Temari, draping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. She just had to go and make him feel bad like that. But if she wasn't up for it, then fuck it. He'd just go take a shower and jack off after he figured what the problem was. Though for the most part, he gathered it was his lack of cooperation to her little escapades, and now he kind of regretted being too forward about it. But she knew that's how he was. And it was really her fault for getting him addicted to sex.
"What's wrong?" He asked, kissing her lightly on the cheek, and almost not wanting to hear the reply.
Pulling away a little but not entirely out of his arms, Temari was at a bit of a loss for what to say, only because her instincts, or hormones as the case may be, were telling her to tell him to screw off for being an ass, even though he really didn't deserve that. "It's always the same thing, over and over," she finally mustered, without sounding too angry. "It's boring after a while. I was just trying to have a little fun but...tch, whatever, it doesn't even matter. Let's just get this done with."
"Well fuck, if you're going to be that way, just forget it. You don't want to do it anyway." Shikamaru replied, moving away from her in return, and pulling the sheet up to wrap it around his waist before removing his jeans and tossing them off the bed. Really, if she showed no interest whatsoever, that only gave him the impression she really couldn't care what happened either way, and if she didn't, well, he didn't want to waste his time. Of course he wanted it, but sex involved two people, and he wanted whoever he fucked to be willing.
Breathing in and out a few times to stay her temper, Temari gave him a critical look. Why did he have to be so difficult about everything? All it was doing was stressing her out. He'd have plenty of time to rebel against her when she didn't have to be so concerned about her health, but right now, she just wanted a little bit of cooperation. Taking things into her own hands, so that things didn't get out of hand, she simultaneously pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. They were going to do this, regardless of her enthusiasm, because otherwise, there was going to be a fight, and she didn't need that.
Frowning up at her, Shikamaru sighed. "Get off me." Really, he never thought he would say that to her, and he never really wanted to since he was thirteen, but despite how horny he was, he really would never be in the mood to screw a woman who didn't want it. And even if she ended up changing her mind, he would think she was faking it or something. Because he tended to obsess over things like that when it involved the possibility of hurting someone he cared about. Although in this case it probably wouldn't; millions of women had sex with their husbands each day simply to shut them up, and this time really would be no different, but he didn't care. It was just something stupid and he hated how he just couldn't get over certain shit like that. But after their little talk the other day involving certain events in her past, he really didn't feel comfortable with the concept of having sex right now anyway. He wanted to, and he was sure, up until now, that Temari did too. But he still couldn't just drop it. At least, not until he made sure she was comfortable. And at the moment, she wasn't. That was more than evident.
"Have you not caused me enough stress for one night?" Temari replied wearily as she leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder. "Come on, you know I love you." Even though that had nothing to do with the real problem. The problem that she was sad and irritated that her attempt to lighten the atmosphere went otherwise ignored, that he wouldn't just fuck her and get it over with. It was either that, or she'd just feel guilty, and she'd rather not feel guilty on top of everything else that day. Mundane as it was getting, she'd really just rather do this and go to sleep like they always did, rather than cause a scene.
"Yeah, I know. And I love you too." He replied with a sigh, and brought a hand up, mindlessly running his fingers through her hair. "But it's okay. We can just go to bed. I'm pretty tired anyway, and you need your rest." He tried to act disinterested in the matter, despite the fact he still very much wanted to do it. But more than that, he wanted Temari happy. Besides, it wasn't like he'd be the least bit upset with her if he didn't get his sex. He would just be sexually frustrated, and yeah, that did annoy him, and often he got bitchy without even realizing it, but he could physically do without if he had to.
"Fine. Whatever. You go to bed, goodnight," Temari replied moodily, climbing off him and confiscating her laptop from the bed, shoving it into its bag and procuring her book from another bag. She was really getting frustrated with this back and forth thing, and she just wanted the night to be over without an argument. But it was guaranteed that they longer they went without screwing and going to sleep, the more likely it would happen, at least since her game had been ruined, and her temper would almost always get the best of her.
"What, aren't you going to bed?" Shikamaru frowned, sitting up, not taking his eyes off Temari. She was really unbelievably difficult, and the way she had been even before pregnant, he had to wonder how the hell he was going to put up with her once she really started getting hormonal. But the cold, bitterness, the blaming everything on him and attacking him, he could handle. Not all this weepy shit. God, he really wished there was some way to erase that part entirely from the pregnancy altogether. But there wasn't, and he was just going to have to deal with it, placate her, try to cheer her up when she got that way; after all, it was his fault she was pregnant.
Taking a seat in one of the hotel room chairs, Temari opened the book to the page she'd left marked. "Nope," she replied curtly, starting in where she'd left off and rather effectively absorbing herself in the words, although whether she was actually processing them fully or not was an entirely different matter. She was angry, annoyed, let down, depressed, stressed, and just about everything in between, not to mention she'd gone from being insanely horny to completely turned off in a matter of minutes. If he knew what was good for him, he'd just go to sleep now and let her come to bed when she was ready, but Temari knew him better than that. He'd probably come over and try to get her to come to bed and they would fight and there was no way around it.
Sighing, Shikamaru just sat there and watched her for a few minutes, wishing she would just come get in bed with him, but no, she was far too stubborn for that. She would probably sit there all night, reading that stupid book, forcing herself to be angry at him even after she wasn't anymore. And really, he wanted nothing more than to either go take a cold shower and go to bed right now, but she wasn't going to let that happen. Just sitting there like that, giving him the cold shoulder, he couldn't let it go, as deeply as he wished he could. So he got out of bed, frowning, still holding the sheet around his waist and walked over to her, snatching the book and tossing it off behind him, then took her hand, tugging slightly. "Come on, Temari. Get in the bed."
He just wasn't going to give up. She sat there, even as he tugged at her hand, debating whether it was worth her pride to actually give in and avoid the argument. She really just wanted to be alone at the moment, but in the small hotel room, that wasn't an option. "I'm not tired, just go to bed without me," she said, still trying to squelch the urge to smack him or scream at him or something equally as violent. "I'll come to bed in a little while."
After everything that had been going on lately, as stressed as Temari probably was, Shikamaru didn't want to get upset with her and make it even worse. He didn't want to get upset with her, period. But by this time, it was already safe to say he was more than annoyed, with this situation, with her lack of cooperation, with everything. She was angry at him, and sure, she could blame it on the hormones, whereas he couldn't. He couldn't just use something like that as an excuse and he hated it.
"Then just come to bed and don't sleep..." He insisted, giving her hand another pull.
"Fucking hell, you're extra obnoxious tonight," Temari growled, standing, still irritated, yanking her hand from hers and laying on the opposite side, where she could turn her back on him. She had every intention of just getting back up when he was sound asleep, maybe sleeping on the chair, because as far as she was concerned, she wanted nothing to do with him at the moment. Why couldn't he just try to have a little fun with what little time they had left to be intimate? They wouldn't have the chance to do these sorts of things with a newborn, or even a toddler in the house. She wanted to do them now before they just couldn't anymore.
Getting in bed with her, Shikamaru didn't hesitate to get comfortable, covering Temari up and wrapping his arms around her waist. He muttered a quiet "I love you" that she probably didn't even want to hear right now, and whether she responded or not didn't really matter. He had known women to be confusing, difficult, and downright bitchy at times, especially this woman, so he was just going to let her cool down before talking any further, unless she had something to say, which he doubted anyway. And he kind of hoped she didn't, because the only things she probably had on her mind at the present moment involved shit that it would only make matters worse to discuss. He knew it was that way for him, at least.
"Don't touch me," Temari grumbled, pushing his arm from around her waist, jabbing her elbow back to try and get him away from her. She didn't want to be touched right then, she didn't want to be in bed at all, and she definitely didn't want the covers on her, throwing them off the best she could. She just wanted him to go to sleep so she could go back to her chair.
"God, I'm sorry." Moving away from her, Shikamaru rolled his eyes. How the fuck was he supposed to get any sleep worrying about her? And that shit with Hidan wasn't helping, either. The fucker just managed to make some of the nightmares he had been having lately be proven to be true, and it made him fucking sick. That, and now he had a reason to worry about that bastard coming after his wife and kid. Fuck, this was all just plain ridiculous, and he couldn't take his mind off it unless he was having sex, of course. Probably the whole reason he really got into it in the first place, as strange as it was. And he knew maybe it was a little fucked up, but whatever. He wasn't going to put too much thought into it or he really wouldn't be able to get to sleep tonight.
By that point, Temari was feeling a little bit guilty for pushing him away like that. He didn't deserve it, and she didn't need it, but she'd already swallowed her pride and come over there in the first place, so she just stayed there, breathing in and out deeply, shivering slightly from the cold air on her skin. She really did need those covers, but she was being stubborn and she'd suffered a little cold before. She could easily do it again. So even though she really just wanted to curl up in his arms and nestle her head underneath his chin, she just stayed where she lay, hugging herself, and trying not to think about the day. She knew if she did, she'd just get started on thinking how unsafe this world was for her little family.
Watching her lay there for a few seconds, Shikamaru took note of how cold she seemed and got quite annoyed she refused to cover. If it was just her, he'd mind too, but with a baby, it was different; this time he felt like he had to force her to take care of herself, and she just didn't seem to want to do that, for her, for him, for the baby or otherwise. She would probably kick his ass for it, too, but he sat up and grabbed the comforter, draping it over her, tucking her in, and laid back down. "Leave it there." He sounded more controlling than he would have liked to when he spoke those words, and it almost came out like he expected her to listen. He just hoped that she would, though, because he was getting tired of this kind of stuff quickly.
"Fuck you, I'm not a child." Just to be contrary, Temari shrugged the covers off her shoulders, despite how good it felt, how much she really deeply wanted to feel his warmth. She realized they could have been well into another bout of passionate love making if he had just cooperated with her in the first place. It wouldn't even have taken that much longer if he had. She just couldn't tear her mind from that one little thing. That he couldn't just humor her. That all he seemed to care about anymore was getting some, and not whether she enjoyed it, whether it was any fun. Thinking about it, she was starting to find it less enjoyable, and everything combined, they'd been together for hardly a full month. It shouldn't have been like this, not yet. She loved him, so why didn't she just enjoy it like she used to?
"Fuck you, you're fucking acting like one." Shikamaru retorted, getting out of bed and retrieving his pants, pulling them on once he lost the sheet. Maybe his tone was a little bitchy, but he really didn't care anymore. Temari was asking for it, with how stubborn she was being, with her lack of cooperation and everything else. Now he was the one who went to one of the hotel chairs, taking a seat and still watching Temari. This fighting, the arguing, the disagreeing, even on the smallest, most unimportant things, he was sick of all of it; there wasn't a point. To any of it. Yet, they couldn't seem to stop, even if they were trying, even if they went out of their way to avoid it. They just didn't make sense together, and Shikamaru hated that, because he was used to things making sense, he was used to understanding. And with this, he wasn't really sure of anything. He couldn't make predictions that proved to be fact unless he woke up and immediately said they were going to fuck up again today.
How was it that whenever she tried to avoid these things, they happened anyway? What sort of failure was she that she couldn't even avoid fighting with her fiancée, her soon-to-be husband, the man she'd be married to come Monday or Tuesday? She'd be taking his name, mothering his child, and yet she couldn't avoid making things even tenser between them. And she hated how he caused her to swallow down her pride. It killed her more than she dared to admit, because she knew she had to do it to make things work out for them, so that they wouldn't live the rest of their lives being miserable. After a minute or two, she stood and ambled over to where he sat, forcing her way into his lap as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Exhaling, Shikamaru draped his arms around Temari and pulled her into a loose hug, leaning on her shoulder for a good long moment, not saying anything. Now he had gotten too deep in thought, and there didn't seem to be any changing that when it escalated to a certain point, about some things in particular. He was sorry, sure, but he didn't think it mattered to say it, not again. If he said it too many times, she more than likely wasn't going to believe it anyway, and he hated knowing that. It was just like when he said I love you five times in one minute; the more he confessed just about anything to her, the less she seemed to care or trust him. Either way, he had learned his lesson. But he didn't like it.
"You know I'll do anything for you." He mumbled, barely coherent, planting a light kiss on her shoulder.
"I know," she replied just as quietly, resting her head against his. She could have fallen asleep right then and there, but knew that it wouldn't be a very good idea, both for her and for the fact that she could fall off, or he really could accidentally hit her in this sort of position. Instead, she sat there, reaching a hand up to stroke his hair gently, tilting her head to kiss at the side of his, lingering there longer than even necessary. She knew, deep down, that he really did love her and he was only trying to look out for her best interests...but they both needed to learn to compromise a little better. "I love you," she finally continued, softly, breathing out deeply as she did.
Taking one of her hands in his after removing his arms, Shikamaru averted his gaze, shaking his head and sighing as he brushed his fingers over the skin on the back of her hand, which was surprisingly smooth, at least to him. "I love you too." He replied, voice still quiet. Having her close like this, it usually felt so nice, it should have been that way now, but something about this situation, about them, just gave it a kind of depressed theme. He felt this way, and he was pretty sure she got the same idea. He wasn't sure what it was, and God would he like to, so maybe then he would be able to fix things, or at least make them a little better. He figured maybe it was the honesty; as much as he felt comfortable telling her certain things about him, as much as he wanted to tell her everything, as much as he felt he needed to know about her and actually asked, that always seemed to cause problems for them. But maybe it was something else.
Taking note of how tired Temari seemed, and trying to tear himself away from thinking too deeply on all of this, Shikamaru patted her on the hand lightly, trying to get her attention if she was miles away herself. "Babe, you ready to go to bed yet?"
They didn't really fight that much more than other couples. Maybe a little bit more, but not that drastically much more. Yet it seemed to hurt so much more than it should have. And Temari could think all day and night on it, but she would never figure out how that could even be. All she wanted to do was stop arguing so much or make it hurt less. That's all she wanted, but she didn't even know where to start. But now...just wasn't the time, either. Instead, she pulled his arms from her and shifted so that she was straddling his lap, albeit not in the most comfortable way, then put her arms back around his neck. Leaning in, it took everything she had to not start kissing him passionately, because when it came down to it, no matter how hard they fought, now matter how much they said they yelled and screamed and grumbled and bitched, she still loved him.
"Is that what you really want, baby?" He might not even still be in the mood, and if he wasn't, then she would drop it, but she was feeling significantly more willing--after all, it was their way of reconciling--and it was worth the try.
Bringing his hands up to run through her hair, Shikamaru rested his hands on the back of her head, pushing her closer just slightly though, and thought on her words for a second. He knew what she was getting at, but he didn't know if it was the best idea in the world; sure, it would be a lot better than going to bed either sad or angry, definitely upset, and probably stay that way all next morning, being as stubborn as they tended to be, and then they probably wouldn't give in and just make shit easier. But really, maybe it was what they needed; it wasn't a solution in the slightest, but it was a temporary fix, and if that was all they could get for now, which it was, they just needed to take it. But the thing was, he didn't know what she wanted, so he had to ask before he said yes or no. So after giving her a light kiss he sighed and took the weight off her neck, pulling back just a hair so he could get a better view of her. "I don't know... What do you want to do?"
"You," Temari said gently, pressing her lips against his--not too hard, and enough that he could easily push her or pull away if he didn't want it. But she needed to make sure he knew that she really was willing and not just trying to please him. She figured it was what they really needed at the moment. Or at least what she needed. Wanted. Whatever it really was.
Even if Shikamaru hadn't been in the mood he would have kissed Temari back, wrapping his arms around her as he did so, pulling her even closer. Now it was clear where this was going to end up, which, he assumed, was better than being clueless to the entire situation, though he still wasn't sure if that was the best way to go; but if it made Temari feel better, if it resolved things between them for now, made them happy, even for the smallest bit of time, he was more than willing to do it, and knowing it would make her hurt less made him want it more. And sure, he was horny, but he could have lived with that. But it was kind of sad, how the status of their relationship was all determined on whether they had sex or not. At least they had something, though. A lot of couples didn't even have that much. Or that's what he told himself to make it seem more normal.
Sliding out of his lap, Temari took a few steps backwards, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it slide off her arms and fall to the floor. Giving him a beckoning look, when she finally backed into the bed, she sat and waited for him. If there was one thing to be said of their relationship, it was that she could forgive him for nearly anything, really and truly forgive him. And it seemed like he was the same, looking at how much he'd already forgiven her for. She just wished they didn't have to keep doing such things. But she also knew that it wouldn't be instant. They couldn't just snap their fingers and be a normal couple. They had to work on it, and for now, they would have to deal with just temporary fixes like this, until they didn't need to fix anything anymore. She knew she could accomplish it, and she knew he could too, if only he didn't get too disheartened along the way.
Standing from his chair, he did as she silently asked, and followed her, stopping once he reached the edge of the bed, he took her by the shoulders, climbed up on her lap, practically straddling it as he did so, and started kissing her, leaning into it and forcing her to fall back onto the bed, but he hadn't pulled away then either, so he was leaning overtop of her now, and once again, he was wondering how the hell things had come to this; once they were content, at least he thought, in calling each other names on a daily basis, picking on each other with no real reasoning, but at the end, he always went back home, left her realizing he actually liked all of that. He did. And now he finally got what he wanted, he got the woman of his dreams, and something just wasn't right here. Maybe it was their personalities; maybe they just couldn't get a long, try as they might, because they spent so long doing those types of things, poking fun and name-calling. And maybe, in time, they would be more content, more sure of their relationship and they would be happy because of that.
While she liked the way he kissed her, it wasn't the most comfortable of positions for Temari, so after a bit of it, she gently pulled away from him, lingering just enough so that he wouldn't think she was leaving him, and slipped out from under him to take up a more conventional position on the bed. Holding out her arms, she waited for him to come over, but didn't pause in saying what was on her mind, what she thought she needed to say.
"You know, we're not a normal couple," she started, stating what they both knew rather well. "But baby...maybe we're not really meant to be a normal couple. I mean...we don't have to be like everyone else, you know. We can just...be us and be happy, you know? We're different...but...I like different."
"Yeah, but this isn't..." He started, moving to sit next to her, sighing. He really didn't want to get talking, he didn't want to go saying what was on his mind, he didn't want to admit how he felt about all of this, because that would probably only cause more problems for them. He hated that, too. Always having to worry, always second-guessing everything he did or said, and changing his first instincts to appease both of them. Things shouldn't have been like this. And although, yeah, they were different, there was still something seriously wrong. They were young, they didn't need all of this shit, the kind of crap that happened once you were with someone for years, and they still had been together about two months, if that, and that was barely even enough time to call what they had a relationship. Not that they had a choice, with a kid on the way now.
Dismissing his thoughts right there, Shikamaru shook his head to say he was done and got overtop of Temari again, continuing to kiss her, and reached out for the blanket, pulling it around them once he'd located it.
"Isn't what?" she asked into his lips, although she knew there was no answer that he was going to give her. Nothing he was willing to say. She was vaguely bothered that he didn't think he could be honest with her, but she wasn't going to fight it. Sure, her heart sank a little, but...she just wanted to do this. Still, she couldn't leave it at just that. Something was on his mind, something was worrying him. She could feel it in the way he touched her, the sound of his voice and his breathing and it bothered her still, even as she decided not to press the matter. "It's gonna be okay," she finally mustered, pulling her head back. She needed to say it and he needed to hear it. "I promise. It's going to be okay. So you can stop worrying."
"Yeah... I believe you. I know it will." He didn't. Not really. After everything that happened, after it got better, things always just managed to end up shitty again, and he was sick of it. But he was more sick of putting his confidence in this messed up world, sick of expecting things to get better, believing they would, only to get the opposite. But he would lie to her, just about things like this, because it was better. If she thought he felt that way, then she didn't have to be concerned about him, she didn't need all that extra stress, especially with the baby.
"Don't lie to me, hun," she said, gently chiding, as she reached between them to tug at his pants to get them off again. "Say nothing if you must, just don't lie to me, but things aren't going to get better if you're keeping shit from me." It was true, really. Everything he didn't tell her just made it harder for her to make an effort towards a better relationship between them. Any bit of misinformation would hurt the effort. But if he wasn't going to tell her anything, she'd rather he not lie and completely mislead her. "But you know you can talk to me if you need to. I don't want you to think you have to keep stuff from me."
Rolling his eyes, Shikamaru reached down and pushed his pants down, then managed to get them off, tossing them off the bed. "I don't need to talk." He started blankly, almost annoyed she caught him at his lying. He was trying to do it with good intentions, but she actually did have a point, and he knew that, whether he was willing to admit it or not. Things couldn't get better when he was planning on being dishonest, even if it was about small things, she would still be upset by the fact he was lying to her at all.
"Yes you do. We can talk later though," she whispered into his ear as she craned her neck up to give him a little nip. She felt bad that he didn't feel like he could talk to her, open up to her, but...at the very least, now she knew where to start. Whether it was that she'd broken his trust or it was just his nature, she would have to work on gaining it, or regaining it as the case may be, so that there were no secrets between the two of them. Because they needed communication more than they needed anything else. But right now, even more than that, she needed his touch. Because as mundane as it might have become, their intimate moments were so much more reassuring of the love between them than any 'I love you' could ever convey.