Chapter 7: C7
Temari stared up at the ceiling of her bedroom, an unreadable look in those beautiful teal eyes of hers.
Never had she ever let a boy stay in her apartment before, even if he was snoozing on her couch rather than in bed with her. Well — there was that time Kankuro had gotten blackout drunk and she'd had to lay him out on the bed and she had to sleep on the couch in her own damn apartment… but… that was her brother. He didn't count.
She inhaled, then exhaled; inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. God damn — she might have been day dreaming, but the sandy haired blonde could almost still feel that piping hot cum stuffed inside of her. That was a feeling she wasn't about to forget any time soon.
It was early, but the sun was already well along its way across the sky. She heard the rudimentary air conditioner in her home kick on; it was an older model, barely chugging along, but it worked. Kept her house cool when the sun's blazing heat was at its worst, because even she could admit that only someone as hardy as Gaara could withstand the summer's heat twenty-four seven.
God, she was sore. Even lying down she could feel that gentle ache in her legs, in her snatch… it wasn't the kind of soreness that would incapacitate a woman, but rather the kind that would leave her limping like a war veteran if she didn't disguise her altered gait somehow.
Temari swung her legs over the bed, placing them down on the floor; the movement made her actually wince, a hiss spilling from her lips as she put the slightest bit of weight on her legs.
"Big cocked bastard," Temari muttered, though she couldn't help the slight smile that graced her lips as she pushed herself onto her feet. She stumbled — but a kunoichi never lost her balance, and she was never in danger of falling.
She had gone to sleep naked, and though Naruto had already seen everything she'd had to offer, Temari couldn't help that twinge of privacy that encouraged her to pull out a bathrobe. It was a gentle teal color, the same as her eyes, and rather form fitting. As she pulled it on and wound the sash around her body, she couldn't help but notice how well it fit her curves — and a tiny part of her pondered as to whether the boy sleeping on her sofa would enjoy seeing her in it.
Temari yawned, pulling open the door to her room and stepping out. The first thing she heard was the caw of a hawk, likely delivering a message or something of the sort. The second thing was a loud, near ear-splitting snore that caused her to recoil slightly.
'Well, he's still asleep,' the blonde thought, a smirk tugging at her lips despite the twinges of pain she felt from her sore areas.
And naked. Because the first thing she saw as she walked into the living room was Naruto rolling over onto his side — she watched as his massive cock, still flaccid, extended to the point where it quite literally hung over the side of the couch as he lay on his side.
"And it's still soft, too; what the actual fuck?" Temari grumbled.
She could tell this was going to get old quick — if she was going to get aroused every time she looked at or thought about his cock, the next few days before he went back to his village were going to be tough ones, indeed.
The sandy blonde let out a drab sigh. Naruto seemed the type to sleep in; she figured that there was plenty of time to get her day started before her fellow blonde arose from his slumber.
Some breakfast would do her well.
Temari had never been a master chef, but as the only woman in a house of four (now three), she'd learned how to cook… somewhat. Enough to make breakfast at least.
Pots and pans clanged as she went about the kitchen — in the end, Temari elected whipped together something simple. Some rice and some left-over fish she'd had tucked away in her refrigerator.
Predictably, the smell of food roused Naruto from his sleep. He was no Akimichi, but considering about a third of Ichiraku's early morning sales were courtesy of him… well, suffice to say he got rather hungry when he woke up.
He yawned; he stretched his arms and eased himself off of the couch, a grin on his face. He felt all loose and relaxed, as if a load of stress had been yanked off his shoulders — the blonde felt at least ten pounds lighter and a lot happier. Even happier than usual.
"Mornin'!" Naruto chirped, stepping into the kitchen. Temari looked around — then looked down — then turned back to the oven with her cheeks tinted pink. God damn… how was he not walking bow legged with that thing hanging between his legs?