Twilight bathed Suna in an orange glow, the warm air thick with the scent of sand. Temari, slightly unsteady, pushed open Takeshi's door, a half-empty bottle of sake in her hand. Her blonde hair, loose, cascaded over her shoulders, and her gaze, clouded by alcohol, sparkled with mischief.
Thanks to Takeshi's efforts, they'd returned safely three days ago. After his fight with Deidara, he'd gone to help the girls, nearly losing his life again—fortunately, Mei had supported him at the decisive moment.
As for Temari's presence, she owed it to the alcohol, letting her darkest desires run wild. Since their arrival, she'd been hanging out with Mei…
Takeshi, bare-chested, slumped on the couch, looked up from the katana he was sharpening. A drop of sweat slid down his muscular torso, his dark brown hair clinging to his forehead.
"Still fondling your blade, huh?" Temari slurred, a smirk on her lips. She leaned against the doorway, her light dress slipping off one shoulder, revealing the curve of her collarbone.
Takeshi raised an eyebrow, setting his katana aside. "You're looking cheerful, Desert Princess. How many drinks in?"
Temari chuckled, taking a wobbly step forward, the bottle clinking on the table. "Enough to know what I want. And right now, it's you."
She planted herself in front of him, her green eyes sparkling with challenge. Takeshi felt his pulse quicken, the sweet scent of sake mingling with her perfume enveloping him.
"Sure that's a good idea?" he asked, his voice rough, a sly smile on his lips.
Temari leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Shut up and kiss me, asshole." Without waiting, she crushed her mouth against his, a burning, chaotic kiss, tasting of alcohol and passion.
Takeshi groaned, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her onto his lap. Temari's dress rode up, revealing her tanned, muscular thighs, honed by years of combat.
*Hmmm*
She moaned against his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling hard. "Damn, you're slow," she murmured, biting his lower lip.
Takeshi smirked, his hands sliding under her dress, caressing the soft skin of her flanks. "Patience, Princess. I'll make you scream."
She pulled away, tearing off her dress with an impatient gesture, tossing it to the floor. Her body, sculpted and tanned, glistened in the dim light, her round breasts barely covered by a black bra.
Takeshi held his breath, his eyes devouring every curve. "Damn, Temari…" he muttered, his fingers tracing the line of her stomach, descending to the lace of her panties.
She shivered, her thighs parting slightly. "Touch me," she commanded, her voice trembling with alcohol and desire.
He obeyed, his fingers slipping under the lace, slowly caressing her already moist intimacy. Temari moaned, her hips rocking against his hand. "Harder," she growled, her nails scratching his chest, leaving red marks.
Takeshi quickened his pace, his fingers exploring, teasing her clitoris until she gasped, her head thrown back. "You're… too good at this…" she breathed, her eyes half-closed. "She… was right."
"Damn Mei," Takeshi thought, a smile on his lips. "I should thank her properly."
Temari, impatient, stood up, tearing off Takeshi's belt with a raspy laugh. "My turn," she said, kneeling between his legs.
His pants fell, revealing his strained erection under his boxers. Temari licked her lips, her fingers tugging the fabric, freeing his member.
"Not bad, Swordsman," she murmured, before taking him in her mouth, her tongue tracing slow, provocative circles.
"Who the hell… taught… you this…?"
Takeshi cursed, his hands tangling in her hair.
"Wait, Temari…" he groaned, his hips twitching under her caresses.
She teased him, alternating deep sucks and light licks, her eyes raised to his, full of mischief.
"You like that, huh?" she murmured, her voice vibrating against his skin. Takeshi, on the edge, pulled her up abruptly.
"Enough playing," he growled, pressing her against the wall. The wood cracked under the impact, and Temari laughed, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Fuck me, Takeshi. Now."
He didn't hesitate, tearing off her panties with a sharp gesture. He thrust into her in one deep stroke, his hips slamming against hers. Temari cried out, her nails raking his back, blood trickling from the scratches.
"Yes… like that!" she gasped, her thighs tightening around his waist. Takeshi groaned, his movements quick, brutal, each thrust drawing moans from Temari.
The wall trembled, sweat dripped from their bodies, the musky scent of their passion filling the room.
"You're… so tight…" Takeshi murmured, his lips nipping at her neck, leaving red marks.
Temari, breathless, tightened her legs. "Faster, asshole!" she commanded, her hips meeting his, amplifying every sensation.
He quickened his pace, his hands gripping her ass, lifting her slightly to change the angle. Temari screamed, her body tensing, the orgasm sweeping through her like a wave.
"Aghhhhhh… Ta…Takeshi!" she cried, her nails digging in deeper.
He didn't slow down, continuing his thrusts, prolonging her pleasure until she trembled, breathless.
"You're not done yet, huh?" she murmured, a provocative smile on her lips. Takeshi, close to the edge, growled.
"Not yet, Princess." He set her down, turning her abruptly. She leaned against the wall, arching her hips, her round ass offered. "Go ahead," she breathed, her voice playful.
He thrust into her again, his hands gripping her hips, his movements slower but deeper, each stroke calculated to make her moan.
"You like driving me crazy, huh?" she taunted, turning her head to glare at him. Takeshi smirked, a hand sliding to caress her clitoris, making her shudder.
"I'm just getting started."
She moaned, her legs trembling, a second orgasm building. "Damn… I'm…" she gasped, her body contracting around him.
Takeshi, pushed to the limit, felt the pressure rise. He quickened his pace, his groans mingling with Temari's cries. "I'm gonna come…" he murmured, his hips slamming one last time.
He withdrew, his semen splashing onto the small of her back, warm and sticky. Temari, panting, leaned against the wall, laughing softly. "Not bad… for a start."
They collapsed onto the couch, breathless, their bodies glistening with sweat. Temari, still naked, grabbed the sake bottle, taking a sip before handing it to Takeshi.
"Ready for round two, or are you already K.O.?" she asked, her smile challenging.
Who would've thought the Desert Princess could be so… indecent.
Takeshi, wiping sweat from his forehead, smirked. "Give me five minutes, Princess. I'll make you forget your name."
She snuggled against him, her fingers tracing circles on his chest, the air charged with a burning promise.