Current mood:	annoyed
Current music:	"Meltdown" by LIVE

Fucking hell.....
Fuck. So life is a big shit. I think someone is out to get me, to make me miserable. Seriously, this is starting to get old. Can you shine your magnifying glass on someone else? This ant is tired of being burned.

So last night was a bitch. I was not in a pleasant mood. I'm still not. If I could ever fuck things over again, seems I do it just right.

I have a headache....



Laying his apron down on the counter Shikamaru lazily walked to the back to clock out. Brushing off the popcorn debris from his shirt he grabbed his keys and made his way to the lobby.

Temari walked out of the theatre with a few of her friends, laughing at the fact that half of them were weirded out and the other half were crying like little babies. Crazy Brokeback movie. She checked in her purse for her cigarettes, needing one after 2 1/2 hours of not being able to smoke. She knew she'd probably barely make it out of the lobby.

He saw her fumbling with her purse, and chuckled. "Need a light?" he said smoothly, knowing what she was looking for.

"Yeah, I can't find my--the hell?!" she snapped, looking up. "When did you--what--I--your hair."

He rolled his eyes handing her the lighter from his back pocket.

Temari shoved his hand away from her. "What did you do?"

"Would you quit gawking at me like I grew a third eye..." he grumbled. "I did nothing..."

"Like hell!" she replied. "You cut your hair!" She reached out automatically, putting her fingers in the shorter locks.

"I didn't cut it..."

"Did you burn it off?!"

He rolled his eyes again. "Yeah I took this lighter and just went pyro on myself..." he said flatly. "Some kid threw a wad of gum in my hair the other day..."

"Seriously?" she asked him. "So you had to go and cut it?" She was still tugging on different parts of his hair, staring at him incredulously.

"With that fucking wad of gum...oh hell yes. Try getting one the size of a golf ball out of a ponytail. Not easy...."

"Geez," she hissed, flicking his shorter bangs around. "But it was so...so long."

"And now it's not. It's not the end of the world" he said carefully watching as she continued to pet his hair.

"But..." Temari sighed heavily. "Aren't you pissed? At all?"

He shrugged. "I was...this is less to deal with..."

"Yeah, but..." she sighed again, pushing all of his bangs in front of his face. "Didn't it take you forever to grow it out?"

"It'll grow back out in time..." he said with another shrug.

She shoved his bangs over his eyes. "Well, it looks good on you. A little shocking, though...never thought I'd see you actually change your hair..."

"Oh wow did I just get a compliment?"

"Ahaha," she returned, laughing in a flat tone. "Am I not allowed to say that?" </font>

He gave her a slick smile, "Ah I never said that, just surprising..."

She rolled her eyes, placing a dark-papered cigarette between her lips. "Well, if it's going to make you all pompous, remind me to never do it again."

He rubbed the back of his head for a minute. "It feels strange...being down and not able to put it up..."

She shrugged. "You can still put it up. You'd just have...bangs. And it would look...well, kind of girly."

He grumbled giving a glare in her direction. "Ah well I guess it wouldn't be too off from usual..." he said with a sigh.

She grinned around her cigarette. "Whatever. It still looks...well, really damn good on you. I like the change." She flicked her lighter a few times, not caring that she was still very much inside the theater. She'd be leaving soon enough.

"Hmmm" he said in a sarcastic tone with a light chuckle at the end. Twirling the key ring around his finger he asked, "What are your plans now?"

"Go off and have a smoke. Maybe a drink. You still working?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow as she tilted her head to point in the direction she was walking.

"Just got off" he said with a sly grin on his face.

"Did you?" she asked, her tone implying something else as she raised her eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head at her crude comment. "Do you always think with your head in the gutter? Damn..." he grumbled, "I meant from work..."

She laughed cheerily. "I know what you meant!" she replied, opening the door. "C'mon, I'm gonna get kicked out." The smoke trailed out of her mouth as she spoke.

Shikamaru followed her out the door and into the parking lot. "So..." he said standing with his arms crossed.

She shrugged. "So? You up for hanging out? Or do you have a date or something with your new sexy hair?"

He looked off to the side. "Ah well, I've had a few offers..." he said lying. "But I suppose I could work you into my night...."

Temari raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Gonna fit me in between your nine and your ten-fifteen?"

"Yeah unless you want the later time?"

"Ah, I guess I'll take what I can get, if you're so damn busy, Cassanova."

He smiled, shaking his head as he started to his car. "Ah taking on so many girls in one night, it's going to wear me out..."

"Oh no!" Temari feigned worry. "However will you catch your regular eighteen hours of sleep?"

He put his hand on the back of his neck. "Guess I'll have to sleep in my car and in between classes."

Temari shook her head, laughing as she blew smoke out of the side of her mouth in a long stream.

"Where to?" he said opening the door to his car.

She shrugged, leaning against the roof of his car to look at him. "Somewhere I can get a vodka martini," she told him, throwing out a lopsided grin.

"Get in" he said grumbling as he started up the car.

Opening her door, Temari slid into the passenger seat, tossing her bag to the floor and rolling down the window to hang her arm out of it as she smoked.

He pulled out his own cigarette and lit it before pulling out of the parking lot.

"Can you drive and smoke at the same time?" Temari asked him.

"It's called multi-tasking..." he said letting the smoke out of his mouth.

She chuckled. "Yeah, but you usually can't drive even with two hands."

"That's only when I'm distracted...."

"Hm." She blew smoke from her nose, ignoring the burning feeling it left behind. "Hey, if it bothers you, we don't have to go to a bar. I forget you probably shouldn't be around any alcohol."

"It's fine...." he said in a rougher voice than he expected.

She glanced over at him. "You don't sound so sure," she replied. "It's cool if you don't want to."

"I don't care" he snapped lightly as he took the cigarette out of his mouth and held it. He huffed his bangs out of his face.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Obviously you do."

"Shut up..." he said sticking the cigarette back in his mouth as he pulled up to the bar parking lot. "It's not like I have to drink...." he mumbled.

"Yeah, but it's still more tempting when you're around it," she replied. "And don't tell me to shut up! I'm just looking out for you!"

"Feh" he said turning off the engine and opening his door. "Do you want your drink or not?" he grumbled stepping out of the car.

"I do," she replied, opening her door and stepping out, snubbing out her cigarette in the pavement. "Only if you're okay with it. And not fake okay with it. Which I can tell the difference."

"Get going..." he said pushing her lightly to the door.

"Oi!" she groused, tripping a bit as he pushed her. She looked over her shoulder, frowning at him.

As they finally reached their way into the bar, he took a seat.

Temari sat down at the bar, ordering up a martini for herself before turning to Shikamaru. "You want a coke?" she asked him.

He waved his hand about, "Fine" he said resting his chin in his hand, elbow on the counter.

Leaning over to catch the bartender again, she ordered up a coke, as well. He leaned closer to confirm her order, and she glanced at him for a second before nodding.

Shikamaru leaned back against the counter, both elbows resting on it behind him. He huffed the bangs out of his face again. He wasn't used to them at all.

Temari grinned, flicking his bangs out of his face with a few fingers. She pulled out another cigarette, copying his stance.

"Can't get enough of the hair?" he said looking over at her.

She frowned. "You seem annoyed by it," she told him, standoffish once again.

"I am" he said sternly.

"I'd say shave it," she continued, "but you'd look pretty ridiculous."

"No disagreement there..." he said looking at her and smiling slightly.

She laughed, shaking her head as she took her drink from the bartender with a nod. She held the thin glass delicately, taking a sip and ignoring how strong it was.

Shikamaru picked up his drink, nodding to the bartender as he placed it to his lips. He downed a good bit of it before noticing it wasn't just an ordinary coke. This one had a kick to it. This one had alcohol to it. He grumbled slightly and kept drinking. Oh shit, no one had to know...

Temari grinned behind her glass, tapping Shikamaru in the ankle with her foot.

He sat his now empty glass on the counter and asked the bartender for another. "What do you want?" he said looking over to the grinning girl.

She shrugged. "Nothin'," she replied, setting her glass down as she leaned on the bar. "How's everything?"

He tried his best to ignore her short skirt and the way it moved when she leaned on the bar. "Everything entailing what?" he asked leaning back against the counter.

"Whatever. How're things with you and InoChou?"

"Fine...I'd just rather not hear about their sex life" he grumbled looking off to the side at the people around them.

She laughed, taking another sip of her drink. "Yeah, I can imagine. Sometimes Kankuro tells me those things..."

He grumbled again turning to take the second coke from the bartender.

"Mm, it's not that bad, though. Just ignore it. How about things with your dad?"

"He's gone right now...."

She nodded silently, downing the rest of her martini and asking quickly for another. She leaned over on the bar, her low-cut sweater showing off more than she was aware.

He cleared his throat as he happened to catch her low cut sweater. He nudged her in the leg with his knee.

She looked over at him, eyes half-lidded as the alcohol started to kick in. "Hm?"

He tugged on her sweater a bit. "Want to draw in more attention?"

"Hm?" she repeated, glancing down. "Oh." She tugged up on her sweater a bit, covering more of herself. "I don't notice."

"Everyone else in front of you did" he said with a grin before downing half of the new coke.

She raised an eyebrow. "You mean that bartender?" she asked, nodding to him as he handed her a new martini. "He's gay."

He turned in his seat facing her now, drinking what was left of his coke. Scooting his chair up, he ran a finger across her leg. "So what's with the skirt?"

She glanced down at his hand, drinking from her new glass. "It's a nice day," she answered coolly.

"Someone could find it offensive you know?"

She leaned toward him a little, a smile on her face. "Do you?"

He gulped lightly looking down, then back to her face. "No," he said sternly.

She shrugged, sitting up straight again, her glass to her lips. "Then what's the problem?"

"I'm just saying someone may find it offensive" he said. "Lot of skin showing for such a late night on the town."

"Come on. I'm not even showing that much," she said, raising an eyebrow. "I'm wearing long sleeves, even."

"Your legs are not quite as covered as your arms..." he said running a finger across her thigh again.

"You don't seem to have much of a problem with it," she replied, placing her hand over his and moving it up a little on her thigh.

He smirked lightly, hand still in place. "No I don't..." he said with confidence.

"Then don't complain," she murmured, removing her hand and lifting her glass back up to drink from.

"I'm not complaining," he said smirk still set on his face.

"Lies," she muttered around the rim of her glass, wondering if she shouldn't get a margarita next. "Or maybe you just want to cop a feel, hm?"

He removed his hand. "I have better manners than that. You're the one that pulled my hand up higher. Maybe you’re the one dying for a grope" he huffed, blowing his bangs out of his face again.

She shrugged. "Maybe I am. But you're the one that put your hand there to begin with, Nara. So what does that say about you?"

"I was making a valid point" he replied back.

"Mhm," she replied, finishing her second martini and tapping her fingers on the bar to get a new drink. She ended up going with the margarita. While waiting for it, she lit up another cigarette.

He nudged her again with his knee. "I don't want you like that anymore...." he said, eyes down at his feet.

She raised an eyebrow as she looked to him, smoke trailing from the corner of her mouth as she spoke. "Then don't touch my legs," she replied.

"I won't..." he said nose in the air, fully intent on trying to ignore her.

"Aww," she sounded, flicking his hair out of his face with her fingers. "Too bad."

"Why is that bad?" he said still not looking at her. She had to be so damn hard to ignore.

She shrugged again, smiling at the bartender when he handed her the new drink. "No reason," she answered off-handedly.

"Has to be a reason"

"Does there?" she asked him, running her tongue along the rim of her glass to catch the salt before she began to drink.

He glanced at her for a second, seeing her dart out her tongue over the glass. "There you go with that offensive attention again...." he said turning his head away again.

She dipped her tongue out, catching a few drops of liquid from her lips as she looked to him. "I'm drinking a margarita," she told him. "You know how to drink tequila, right?"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Why?"

"Salt first, then drink." She demonstrated, twisting the glass in her hand as she licked off some salt and then drank a good bit of her margarita.

He watched her carefully, eyes trying not to linger too much longer than they should. "You just want attention" he finally said crossing his arms, huffing his hair out of his face for the fortieth time that night.

She shrugged, a smile coming to her features. "Do I want it, or are you just giving it to me?"

"I'm not giving you anything"

"If you say so," she replied coolly, bringing her glass back to her lips to take another drink.

He sighed. His eyesight was getting slightly blurry. It didn't help that he forgot the put in his contacts that morning, and he couldn't remember if he had his glasses with him or not. "Feh" he mumbled out.

She raised an eyebrow at him, drinking more of her margarita. Honestly, she was finding it hard to come back with smartass answers. Repeating herself saved some time to come up with something. She was starting to feel pretty trashed.

He nudged her again. He kept wanting to touch her in some way, but tried to play it off as just a friendly kick, if you could call it that. Damn if he wasn't having a hard time staying away from her when she wasn't even two feet away.

Temari leaned her leg against his, touching from knee to ankle, but didn't turn to face him. The closeness was nice, and he was right, she did miss it. She missed being like this with someone, especially since she wasn't talking to Ari anymore. She continued to drink from her glass, going around it as the salt disappeared onto her tongue, silent.

Had she gotten closer? he thought. As her leg stayed brushed up against his, he started to feel his heart pick up a little. He only nodded to the bartender and shook his glass around a bit for another. As a fresh glass was placed in front of him he drank it. Third round, he would be okay right? His vision got more blurry and his head started to pound slightly in his temples. Wrong, he was getting so far gone.

"Why'd you come out with me tonight, Shika?" Temari asked him quietly, looking at the different alcohol bottles behind the bar.

"Because I had nothing better to do..." he lied as he drank the last bit of his third glass. The taste was starting to numb his tongue. He couldn't even tell the difference anymore.

"That seems to be a common thing with you," she muttered.

"What's the answer your looking for. Oh I can't get enough of you and just have to be around you hoping that you might come back...." he said sarcastically laying his chin on his arms that were propped up on the counter.

"A girl does like to feel special every once in a while," she commented lightly, her mind fuzzy from the alcohol.

"What don't have your boy toy to make you feel special?" he asked in a grumbling voice.

"I don't keep those for very long," she replied lightly, only halfway telling the truth. She hadn't brought Ari around since she'd started talking to Shikamaru again. Shit, that sounded fucked up.

"Well isn't that a damn shame..." he stated.

"Hm." She didn't really want to expound on that.

He nudged again.

She nudged him back. "What?"

"Nothing" he said calmly moving her leg with his hand this time.

She put her hand over his, nudging him back. "Whatever."

He chuckled, putting his other hand over his mouth, elbow up on the bar to muffle it. "You like me touching you don't you?" he said moving his hand away from her leg.

She smacked him in the arm. "Not necessarily you," she commented, looking away.

"Oh that's right....you prefer the stupid ones..."

"That's actually wrong," she replied. "I prefer someone I can carry on a conversation with, thank you."

"You mean you're having conversation when someone's touching you?"

"Well, it depends on what kind of touching you mean," Temari said. "If it's just like this..." She placed her hand on his thigh, pushing his leg away from hers a bit. "That's different than, well...something else."

"Something else?" he said in a curious tone.

"I’m not demonstrating that," she replied.

"Well your no fun...." he grumbled laying his head down on his arms, feeling his hair just kind of lay on his neck. It was odd. He wasn't used to it.

Temari leaned over and ruffled the hair at the back of his head, mussing it up. "Not in public, anyway."

His shoulders slumped a little more. "That feels good" he said in a quiet, yet breathy tone.

"What?" she asked. "Me making your hair a mess?"

"Keep messing...." he said closing his eyes.

"I don't think everyone wants hair in their shots," she told him, brushing his hair back into place with her fingers.

"So why do you still hang around me?" he said in a casual voice.

"Cos I enjoy your company, ya jerk," she said, continuing to pull her fingers through his short hair.

"You used to enjoy more than that" he said with a sleepy smirk on his face.

"Mm, I did," she said, leaning down to get close to his face. "Things change, though."

His smirk turned to a frown. He was starting to doze off and on. "I hate change...." he said in a slurred, sleepy voice.

"A lot of people do," she said quietly, leaning back up to get more of her drink as she continued combing through his hair with her other hand.

With her constant petting it was slowly lulling him to sleep. Without even realizing he'd spoken, "Do you miss me?" traveled out of his mouth in a quiet voice.

She set her glass down very slowly, leaning in so her lips grazed his ear as she pulled his hair away. "Every day," she whispered, moving back quickly as if nothing happened.

His body shivered slightly as she brushed against his ear. His eyes still closed he wanted to sleep. Sleep and forget that things were never going to change back, no matter how much he wanted it to. He was comfortable with her. He felt like she really knew him. He just couldn't have her anymore.

"I'll be right back," she mumbled, getting up off of her stool with a bit of difficulty, walking toward the back of the bar to fumble her way into the bathroom.

"Okay" he mumbled out drifting off into a sleep.

Temari leaned over the sink, gripping the sides as she stared at the drain. Her head was spinning. She shouldn't have gotten so drunk. She knew she couldn't control her mouth like this. She'd just say anything. She took a damp paper towel, running it over the back of her neck before tossing it in the trash can, making her way back to the bar. "Hey," she greeted quietly, a hand on Shikamaru's shoulder. She picked up her glass, finishing off her drink at a slow, steady pace.

"Huh?" he asked drifting back to consciousness again.

"Wanna get outta here?" she asked him, taking her finger to pick up the last of the salt, bringing it into her mouth.

After hearing a loud clank of glasses and beer containers dropped down on the counter just beside him, his head shot up. Adjusting his eyes again to the well lit room he sat up, eyes focusing from the ground up. To say he didn't keep a glimpse on her short skirt for a moment longer than he should have, would have been a lie. "You really shouldn't wear such clothes...." he said finally making his way back to her face with his eyes.

She smirked at him, taking her finger from her mouth. "Why? Can't remember my face is up here?"

"It's that mouth of yours that reminds me" he said with a smirk to match hers.

"Hm." She waved at the bartender once more, picking up their tab for the night. "Well, I'm glad you remember something, at least."

"I remember a lot of things...."

"Oh?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow as she handed the bartender a few bills.

"Just not how to get home at the moment" he said putting a hand to his head. He turned his head looking at her and motioned for her to come closer.

Temari blinked. "Are you drunk?!" she asked, gasping at him as she moved closer. "What?"

He motioned with his finger for her to lean in.

She gave him an exaggerated, suspicious look, leaning in.

"There's a reason you shouldn't wear skirts like this..." he whispered in her ear as he grabbed her rear lightly.

Temari grinned, throwing an arm over his shoulder as she leaned closer to whisper back. "I think that's a pretty good reason why I should."

He released his grip from her and stumbling off the stool with a grin on his face.

Temari laughed, falling forward and grabbing onto his shoulders so she didn't fall face-first onto the floor. "You're so drunk," she told him plainly.

"So are you baby...." he said as they finally reached the outside.

"But I'm allowed~" she replied, belatedly slapping him in the back. "And don't call me baby..."

"I'll call you whatever name I like" he said huffing his hair out of his face and fumbling with the keys to his car.

"But then what do I get to call you~?" she whined, leaning over his shoulder to push his hair away from his face.

: Without looking back at her, the corner of his mouth turned up with a devious smirk. "Whatever you want" he said in a husky voice.

Temari laughed, a dark sound in her throat. "Oh, really?" she whispered, her mouth close to his ear.

"Only if you can back up your words...." he said, his skin prickling at her breathe against his ear. He fumbled with the keys some more only to drop them on the ground. "Shit...." he mumbled.

Temari laughed, moving so she could lean against the back door on the driver's side. She swung her purse around at her knees, watching him. "You have no control at all."

Leaning down on the ground to get his keys, he realized his balance wasn't all there. He got on his knees and fished around for them, being that they had fallen under the car. "What are you talking about?" he said to her, brows furrowed.

She waved her purse in his direction. "You can't even hold on to your key ring, Shika~"

Getting his hands on the keys finally he stood up slowly. "Shut up" he said glaring at her hard.

She shrugged, leaning back heavily against the door, sighing. "Whatever you say..."

"Damn straight" he said fumbling to get the key in the door, trying to not pay attention to her and how she was leaning against the door.

"Oh?" she asked him, placing her foot up against the bottom of the car.

He finally got the door open only to realize as he sat down that he was getting tired. He moved to the backseat of the car and laid down. That and he needed to do his best to ignore her right now.

"Hey!" she snapped, pushing at his legs. "Heeey~"

"What you noisy woman?" he grumbled. "I'm trying to sleep..."

"But I wanted to lay down~" she whined, pouting at him as she continued to push his feet back, trying to make him as uncomfortable as possible. "C'mon~"

"Stop pestering me!"

"Then move!"

"No!"

"Move!"

"This is my car....NO!"

She pushed his feet apart so he would have to look at her pout. "Please?"

He laughed at her, "What are you begging me for?"

"Cos I wanna lie down~" she whined. "Don't laugh at me!"

"Find another car to lay in...." he grumbled.

"But got a ride into town!" she argued. "My car is at home still!"

"So lay up front...." he grumbled refusing to budge.

"I can't lay up front! Unless you want me to crush you with the seat, then..." She shut the back door on him, crawling over the driver's seat and beginning to bend the passenger seat back over his face, not caring that she was about to probably break his nose.

He pushed at the seat so that it wouldn't crush him. "Alright!" he huffed out.

"What?" she whined again, not bothering to control her tone. She held out vowel sounds when she was drunk, and laughed just a little louder. Of course, she was drunk, so she didn't really care.

"You can lay back here" he grumbled sitting up so that there was room.

"But you're back there," she pointed out.

"What am I supposed to do? Lay on the roof? The trunk? Come on Temari...." he wined. "It's cold, I'm comfortable. Deal."

"No!" She sounded like a whining toddler. She knew this. In the back of her mind, she realized she probably shouldn't lay in the back of a car with Shikamaru, who had been drinking as well. But he did say it was cold, and he did say he was comfortable. It was a very hard decision for her to make. But she would put her foot down. "I don't 'deal'."

He grumbled leaning forward and grabbing her, pulling her in the backseat. Once she was back there, he flipped the seat back up and sat back down. "Deal," he said dark eyes meeting hers, with as stern a face as he could give drunk.

Temari laughed at the serious expression on his face, punching him lightly in the shoulder. At least she thought it was lightly.

He took her hands and held them down at her sides. "Stop being so damn violent..." he grumbled out.

Temari frowned as he incapacitated her. "I'm always violent," she replied. "If I wasn't, you wouldn't like me." Her eyes widened a fraction at that. Hm. "I can still kick you, though!" she replied, trying to blow off the fact that she had just said that.

"Don't you dare..."

She grinned cheekily at him, saying nothing.

"Temari shit I just want to sleep. Be still" he wined. "You kick me and its payback..."

"Payback, huh?" she asked him, leaning forward a bit, her face close to his.

"Yeah" he said low and breathy as he realized the proximity they were in. He released her hands slowly.

Temari's hands stayed down. She tilted her head slightly. "Like what?" she asked him, voice quiet.

"Something....." he said, drawing out the word. She was so close, he thought.

"If it's not good enough, then I'll kick you," she told him. She paused for a second, glancing away. "If it's really good, I might just kick you anyway."

He started to chuckle, his mind getting the best of him. Only he couldn't stop laughing. He sat back against the door, one leg propped up on the seat, the other down on the floor.

Temari sat back a bit, leaning her side against the back seat. Her right foot shot out idly, catching him in the ankle. Her eyes widened.

His hand jerked out and held her foot down. "No kicking..." he said sternly.

"It was an accident," she told him, pressing her foot against his hand.

"Yeah sure. A reflex that got out of control..." he said, as his hand moved up from her foot to mid calf.

She nodded, a small sound getting caught in the back of her throat as his hand moved up her leg. What was he doing...?

He leaned forward, hand sliding up a bit more as he moved. When he was close to her face, he whispered in her ear, "Can you keep your reflexes from doing damage?"

Her hand fell on his shoulder, holding him back a few inches. "I can't control reflexes," she told him quietly.

"Really?" he said leaning in again, his mouth just barely grazing her earlobe, unintentional he thought. His hand seemed to move on its own accord as well.

She nodded slightly, her face in the crook of his neck, buried in his hair. Her hand slid down to his back, pulling him closer to her. She was leaned back slightly, and her other hand had to fall back to brace herself.

His breath shuddered at her touch. His mind was clouded. As he leaned his head back from her neck he paused at looked at her for a moment. Deep in the back of his mind he was thinking, shit what is happening? He brought his lips just a mere distance from hers, anticipating.

"I told you I shouldn't have come back here," she whispered, her lips barely touching his as she spoke.

He kissed her softly at first, just a small tease here and there with his tongue. His breath getting hot and ragged with each move. His hand moved from her leg and rested beside her now, feeling an urgency to get closer to her. The longer he kissed her, the hungry he got for her.

Temari hand moved from Shikamaru's shoulder to the side of his face, coaxing his mouth open wider as she kissed him. Her fingers wound in his hair behind his ear, her thumb on his jaw. As he let go of her leg she moved it up, pinning him against the backseat with her knee.

He made a slight grunt in the back of his throat as her tongue tangled with his. She tasted of alcohol and cloves, but right now he didn't care. His mind was on one thing, and it was her. His body pressed slightly more down on her as he fought to get closer.

With a strangled cry, Temari fell to her elbow, hoping to God she didn't hit her head on the way back. Her grip on Shikamaru kept him close to her, the kiss only breaking for a moment so that she wouldn't bite down on his tongue. She gasped for air as they parted, her blue eyes dark and hazy as she looked up at him. She couldn't really see much - the car was completely dark and the streetlamps in Konoha were a mellow, golden color, so he looked more like a shadow looming over her.

He moved back slightly, pulling her down so that she was more comfortable, and her head not sitting up on the door handle. His mouth found hers again as he lay down on top of her, causing friction everywhere. As cold as it had been, it was starting to warm up in that car really fast. His tongue found its way back into her mouth, not being able to get enough of her. His hands trailed up her thighs tugging her hips closer to his.

Temari panted, her head involuntarily jerking away from his as their hips met. Her right hand scrambled for something to hold onto, finally gripping the back of the seat in front of her. "Shika..." Her other hand tugged on the front of his shirt, pulling his face toward hers again, her tongue meeting his before their lips did.

He sat up slightly pulling his shirt off. It was getting too hot to deal with. His hair felt strange on the back of his neck, much shorter and not up. He leaned back down on her, his hand riding up her thigh underneath, eager for her to wrap her legs around him. He kissed her again, only to trail his tongue down her neck, as his other hand moved up her shirt.

She dragged her nails over his bare shoulder, moving down his arm as she drew in a ragged breath. She turned her face into the upholstery, murmuring random strings of words, her Suna accent thicker when drunk as she arched her back against the seat, drawing her body closer to his.

He made a low growl, small and almost not able to be heard as his lips moved sleekly across her neck and down her collarbone. Her sweater was only one more article of clothing in his way of him getting what he wanted at that moment. Frustrated with it, he continued to leave hot kisses, as his fingers smoothly moved their way up the tank top as best he could. He needed skin to skin contact, and this wasn't helping. Shikamaru's other hand still lay up her thigh, climbing higher and higher up her skirt until he was lightly playing with the hem of her underwear.

Temari's breath came shorter and shorter the more skin Shikamaru revealed. She pushed her bangs out of her face, ignoring the fact that they'd begun to stick to her forehead. It was getting hot in the cramped space, and she could feel a light sheen of sweat over her skin as she reached a hand down to hike her skirt up higher around her hips, giving him more access to her body.

His back felt hot, his face flushed and he couldn't get close enough. As Temari pulled her skirt up, his fingers went up under the hem, his hand slightly grabbing her rear, and his thumb lightly rubbing the skin under the garment. His kisses got more heated on her neck as he gently sucked the skin and slid his tongue over it.

Temari's hands gripped Shikamaru's sides, her face still turned into the back of the seat, muffling her panting moans. She lifted her hips to his hand, trying to get a more solid touch from him, anything to stop the hot feeling that was pooling low in her stomach.

Shikamaru's own voice was starting to get the best of him. This being the closest he had been to a girl in months, and it had always only been Temari. His voice finally slipped and he called out her name in a breathy voice in her ear. His hand left out from under her shirt and moved her face back to his. He looked only for a brief second before he brushed his lips over hers, and then dipped in for a kiss.

She kissed him back, her teeth grazing over his lower lip as her hand moved down between them, over the smooth planes of his torso until she reached his waistband. Fumbling, she began to undo his fly, wanting to have access to more of him.

He chuckled lightly, as he moved her hands away so he could lift her sweater and tank top up. His own teeth bumping hers lightly as he tried to still kiss her in between and after taking off the garments.

She lifted her shoulders up, moving her arms to help him take her shirts off. Once he did, she laid back down, pulling him to her in a fierce kiss. Her foot hooked around his knee, trying to keep him as close as possible.

His breathing started to get shorter as now he had the skin to skin contact he wanted. His hands roamed down her sides, one hand lifting up behind her back to push her even closer as their kisses got more heated with each movement.

Temari arched her back into him, reaching one hand away to scour over the floor of the car. She knew her purse was somewhere, and she knew she had a condom in there. It seemed to be escalating to that point, and quickly, and she wanted to make sure she didn't do anything stupid.



Shikamaru opened his eyes slowly. It was still dark outside, meaning it hadn't been that much later since they left the bar. He awoke to find Temari rustling around in the car with her clothes. Shit, he thought. What happened?

Temari pulled her sweater on over her head, fixing her hair quietly, her head lowered. She heard Shikamaru move, but didn't look up.

Picking up his boxers that were lying on the floorboard beside him he put them on, followed by his pants. As he sat up more, his head started to spin. He looked at Temari, and cleared his throat. "I remember the bar..." he said. Not fully remembering much afterwards. Something happened, because his sexual frustration level was down.

Temari's head whipped around, blue eyes dark. "You're kidding me," she said, voice low.

He held his head in his hand trying to relieve the headache coming on. He found his shirt lying on the seat and pulled it over his head. "No..." he said quietly. This was bad. Shit this was bad.

She scoffed, leaning down and reaching around on the floor before coming up with what she was looking for. She tossed the empty condom wrapper in his lap before going back to making herself look presentable.

He picked up the wrapper from his lap and laid his head back to the seat. "Shit...." he muttered.

She laughed, but didn't sound amused. "At least we weren't completely stupid."

"Yeah but now I'm further up on your hate list" he said leaning his head back up, and started to look around for his keys.

She chose to ignore that comment, instead feeling around in the dark for the door handle.

"Shit be that way..." he fussed as he opened his door handle and stumbled to get out of the car. As soon as he stepped on the pavement his head really started to hurt. He propped a hand up against the door and tried to get it to stop. He was going to be sick, he knew it. Damn, it never failed, he could never hold it.

Temari growled, stepping out of the car and straightening out her skirt. If she started walking now, she could get to the campus in ten minutes. She figured it was probably best not to talk to Shikamaru at this point.

Trying to adjust his eyes and keep his vision from getting too blurry, he rested his hand on the door handle. Putting a hand to his stomach, he sat back down on the seat trying to control his body from freaking out like it always did after he'd drank alcohol. The back of his neck was starting to get hot and he wiped it with his hand. Damn he hated this.

"This is why you shouldn't drink!" Temari called smartly from the other side of the car, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

"Don't fucking patronize me now..." he said standing back up. He stood up too fast.

She checked her nails as she walked around the back of the car, leaning against the trunk. "You're the one that decided to drink. You know what it does to you."

"Don't put this all on me damn it. Is bitching at me going to make you feel better about what happened?" he snapped as he made his way to where there was grass outside the parking lot.

"No," she replied. "Never seeing you again might, though."

He stood there, hearing her words pass by like a breeze in the wind right before he finally released his stomach of its contents. He wiped his mouth off with the sleeve of his shirt, turning around and walking back. "Fine. Fucking hate me. I don't give a shit! Go back to your glamorous life then..." he said with a glare in her direction.

She placed a hand over her heart, feigning hurt. It was better to act caustic now, so he wouldn't see how hurt and confused she really was. "My glamorous life, huh? In my big house with all my money? Have Daddy buy me everything, is that it? I see."

"Forget it!" he said opening his car door. "Get in...." he snapped out.

"No!" she snapped back. "Why the hell would I get back in that car with you? I'd call a fucking cab first."

"So you can get back home idiot!"

"Fuck off! I'll walk to the University!"

"At this time of night?" he said spearing another glare at her.

"Yes, at this time of night!" she repeated, fishing around in her purse. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it before showing him her pepper spray. "See? I'm a prepared little Girl Scout. So just go home and don't fucking worry about me like you care or something."

"No apparently you fucking love me..." he said starting the car and pulling out of the parking space and parking in front of her. "Get in..." he said sternly.

She narrowed her eyes into thin slits. "I say things I don't mean when I'm drunk and in the middle of--" She cut herself off. Best not to mention it. "Don't take it too seriously."

"No it's just a fuck right?" he said narrowing his eyes back at her.

She crossed her arms against her chest, tapping her foot on the pavement. "Whatever it was, you certainly seemed to enjoy it."

"Oh and I guess just hearing my name rolling across your tongue meant you didn't?" he said leaning one arm out the window.

She rolled her eyes. "Look, if your name had been Yamato, that's what you'd have heard. So don't take it so personal."

He grumbled. "You don't call me Shika anymore...you did then...." he said pulling the car out of park, but still staying in place.

"So what?!" she asked, voice rising as she threw her arms in the air. "So what if I fucking did?! If you didn't notice, I was trashed! Completely!"

"Not so trashed to know it was me..." he snapped back. Amazing how he could be sick one minute, then things started to pour back into his mind. She had wanted him right?

Temari glared at him. "Are you going to continue to rub this in my face?" she asked him. "Because if you are, you can go to hell. Consider it a goodbye fuck." She blew the smoke out of her mouth angrily. "So...jaa."

His eyes narrowed in a glare as let go of the break and pulled out. "Fine" he said in a deathly angry and deep tone as he drove off.

Covering one eye with her hand, Temari moved up onto the sidewalk, pulling out her cell phone. Maybe she could call Gaara and get him to come pick her up. She didn't really feel like talking to Nori tonight, because the only thing she would tell her was "Good job fucking him over, now move on to the next guy." And honestly, she wasn't sure if that was the case. Her heart was in her throat, realizing she'd let her anger get the best of her yet again. She was angry with herself, mostly, for not stopping him. For not stopping herself. How could she do this? How could she fuck up something that was perfectly okay? It seemed to be a specialty of hers.

He tried to stay focused on the road, even if he'd only managed to get down a block. He slammed on breaks and laid his head on the steering wheel. Damn it. Damn it, he thought. Why did things have to get so complicated? He looked off, eyes slightly glazing. He shook his head and grumbled as he did a U-turn in the middle of the road and headed back to where she was. He saw her walking the sidewalk and he stopped the car again. "Get in the car Temari..." he said.

Temari closed her phone on Gaara's voicemail and threw it back in her purse. "Fuck you," she snapped, standing there.

"I'm not letting you walk back. Get in the car!" he demanded.

"Don't you dare tell me what to do!" she ground out, her anger rising again. She didn't care to control it anymore. She was too tired.

He sighed, hands still on the wheel. He felt a lump in his throat, as it always did when things got complicated like this. Damn her. Why did he have to care so much? Why couldn't he just stop loving her? Keeping his eyes still on the road ahead and not looking at her, Shikamaru lowered his head slightly. "Please..." he said in a soft yet hoarse voice. He tried to keep his emotions in check.

"I can take care of myself," she told him sharply, crossing her arms back against her chest. "Just go home."

"No" he replied back, his tone getting slightly sharper again.

"Go home!" she shouted, feeling the tears prick behind her eyes. She couldn't handle this right now. She didn't want to be anywhere near him. There were too many emotions, too many memories they'd unwittingly dredged up.

"Just let me take you home...." he said with a sigh. "Fifteen more minutes isn't going to kill you..."

She glanced over at him, meeting his stare. "This doesn't mean anything," she said carefully, her words slow.

"What me taking you home? Or the fact that I did something stupid?" he said calmly, trying to overcome his emotions. Trying to make it sound like less seemed to help, it just made him feel more like shit.

"It does take two people, you know," she told him caustically. "Don't you dare shoulder everything yourself."

"Whatever..." he said trying to forget the subject now. He was tired, and this situation was too troublesome.

"And I meant everything," she added. "You taking me home and...and before,” she said getting in the car.

He pulled off down the road. The radio was off, so nothing but the roar of the wheels on the road could be heard. "Why do you hate me so much?" he asked softly.

"Whoever said I hated you?" she replied, pulling out another cigarette and cracking her window open to let the smoke out.

"If this is the last time I talk to you I suppose you do..."

She sighed. "If I really hated you, I certainly wouldn't have gotten in this car, and you'd probably be driving off with a black eye."

"When Chouji finds out I drank, I'm sure I will be getting one...." he said sighing as he turned onto the interstate.

"I'd say don't tell him, but that's pretty much impossible," she replied. "...Why did you?"

"I just did." he said in a huff. "I didn't know it had anything in it until I drank it. By that point, I'd already downed over half a glass thinking it was coke. So what did it matter?" he said with a shrug.

Temari leveled a glance at him. "I don't know. Maybe the outcome of this whole night mattered? If you weren't drunk, do you really think this would have happened?"

Pulling his speed up to 75 on the lone interstate, he sighed again. Without looking over to her he spoke, "I don't know..."

Temari paused. She stopped mid-breath, choking on the smoke that got stuck in her lungs. Shit. Shit, he did not just say that.

Shit, did that just slip out? "It was just a fuck....as you said...." he said trying to keep the sting of tears at bay that lined his eyes.

Temari glanced over at him. "It's just a cough. Shit, you read into so much stuff..."

He rubbed his eye, pushing the tears away. "And smoke makes my eyes itch...." he said as he fished around again for a cigarette in the compartment between the seats.

"And yet you keep smoking..." she trailed off, taking a shorter puff on her own cigarette.

"So what?" he said sticking the stick in his mouth, now looking for the lighter. When he couldn't find it he realized it must have fallen out of his back pocket and on the floor when they....."Shit" he grumbled.

Temari reached into her purse and stuck her lighter out in front of him. "Here."

"Thanks" he said quietly as he took her lighter and lit the cigarette. He handed the lighter back to her as he finally saw the sign saying 'Suna.'

"Yeah..." She shoved the lighter back in her purse, staying silent.

The silence stayed in the car until he pulled into her driveway. He put his cigarette out in the ashtray and left it there. "See you around I guess," he said looking off ahead of him, avoiding her eyes if he could.

"Yeah," she said quietly, "I guess." She stepped out of the car, shutting the door behind her, leaving her fingers around the handle for a moment before pulling away and walking into her house. Shit.

He pulled out of her driveway, tires screeching some as he turned around back in the opposite direction. This was a mess. A truly fucked up mess, he thought. She was finally back in his life as something, and he messed up. More like they both messed up. His eyes still stung from the overwhelming emotions that they had just gone through in a matter of two hours. Women were such a bother, and this one pestered the shit out of him.


Shit I need some happy pills. *Pulls out asprin* My head feels like it was ran over by a damn truck.