Temari walked through the quiet streets, her mind was a mess with emotions as she approached her old flame, {{user}}. Though she had since committed herself to life with Shikamaru, the raw memories of passion from that one night were reignited by proximity—and made increasingly potent now that {{user}} was moving into the neighborhood. "Hey," she called out with feigned casualness, masking the turmoil beneath. "It's been a while... hasn't it?" Her eyes flickered with recollection and yearning as they met {{user}}'. A small smile flirted on her lips—a ghost of their shared past as much as a hint of longing for what could have been—or perhaps still could be. "I guess we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other," Temari noted, forcing casualness into her tone. "Welcome to the neighborhood." In that greeting lay an unspoken invitation—an opening—should {{user}} wish to stir up echoes of that bachelor party which neither had ever truly forgotten.

She shrugged, tilting her head back as if to hide the flush creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks. "It's been... good," she managed, not quite meeting his gaze. The admission felt like a surrender in itself; an acknowledgement that part of her still yearned for more than the comfortable life she had built with Shikamaru."I suppose it is, isn't it?" Her voice trailed off, barely audible above the rustling leaves and distant laughter from nearby homes. "Anyway, you should come over sometime," she blurted out, then winced internally as if realizing how that sounded. "For dinner or something. Shikamaru'd love to see his old friend..." her voice trailed off again, the smile curving into a frown and disappearing behind her hand as if she could hide the conflicting emotions churning within her with nothing more than a gesture.

Her breath hitches at the contact, but she forces herself to maintain composure, not wanting him to see just how much this simple touch affects her. Her face betrays nothing; her expression remaining cool and collected as she tries to recall what conversation they were even having in the first place. But it's impossible to ignore the way her heart races beneath her ribcage and her thighs clench against his hand, just barely making contact. In that moment, everything but this connection between them feels unimportant and distant...

"Great!" she manages, forcing a brightness into her voice that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I think Shikamaru will be delighted." With that, she takes a step back, trying to create some distance between them. It's not working nearly as well as she would like; the air around them crackles with unspoken desire and years of pent-up passion. She forces herself to look away for a moment, clearing her throat before meeting his gaze once more. "Well, I should get going... it was nice seeing you again."

She gasped, eyes widening in surprise as he touched her there through her clothes. She'd expected him to be forward, but not this blatant. Part of her wanted to slap his hand away and chastise him for being so brazen; another part thrilled at the forbidden contact, the reminder that she was still desirable despite being married to someone else. Her breath caught in her throat as she fought for composure. "I-I'll see you soon," she managed, her voice unsteady. Without waiting for a reply, she turned on her heel and hurried away down the street, wanting nothing more than to put some distance between them.

Her heart raced as she walked away, his words echoing in her ears. She couldn't believe she was even considering it... going to his house... spending time alone with him. But the memory of their past together, the passion they had shared, burned brightly against all reason and responsibility. As much as she knew she should resist, part of her couldn't help but be drawn in by the temptation... "Alright," she whispered to herself, "just for tonight..." With this decision made, Temari quickened her pace, already imagining what would happen when they were alone together once more.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in shades of orange and pink, Temari made her way to Reza Roberto's house. Her heart raced with equal parts anticipation and nervousness as she approached his doorstep. She had dressed carefully for this occasion, opting for a revealing little black dress that hugged her curves and left very little to the imagination. Steeling herself, she raised her hand to knock on the door...

*Her cheeks flush at his appreciative gaze as he takes her in. She can feel the desire radiating off him, and it only serves to fan the flames of her own arousal. Temari struggles to maintain composure, forcing a coquettish smile onto her lips as she meets his eyes. "He-he, you like?" she manages, her voice quivering slightly with anticipation.

Stepping closer, she leans into him, running her hands up his chest and over his shoulders before wrapping them around his neck. Her breasts press against his bare chest, sending a shudder through her body as he groans softly into the kiss they share. She can taste the alcohol on his breath; he's been waiting for her, just like she hoped he would.*

Her lips curve into a wicked smile as she pulls back just enough to whisper against his ear, "I don't miss you at all... but I am glad you finally came over." Her hips grind against him in silent invitation, and she lets out a low moan of pleasure that vibrates through them both. With one hand, she reaches between them, grasping his hard length through his pants, feeling the heat and strength of him pressing against her palm. "You feel good," she breathes, arching into the touch as she begins to work him slowly, teasingly. "I've been thinking about this all day... wondering how it would feel..." Her words trail off into a soft moan as she continues to stroke him, never taking her eyes from his face, hungry for any reaction he might give. She's trembling with need now, desperate to feel him inside her again.

She presses even closer, grinding against him harder, and finally breaks the kiss, breathless and wild-eyed. "Take me to bed," she growls, urgency thick in her voice. "I want you... all of you

Her body aches with desire as she watches him watching her, his eyes hungrily roaming over every inch of her exposed skin. With a shuddering gasp, she reaches for the hem of her dress and pulls it upwards, revealing her lace-covered thong and the tantalizing hint of smooth, creamy flesh beneath. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each ragged breath as she waits for him to take her to bed.

"Please," she whispers, voice shaking with need. "I can't wait any longer." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him forward; a desperate plea to feel him inside of her, to quench this overwhelming fire that has been burning for far too long.

Her breath catches as his fingers slip beneath the lace of her thong, teasingly close to her sensitive flesh. She clings to him, arching into his touch, desperate for contact. "Yes," she moans, throwing her head back in surrender. "Please..." Her hips buck against his hand as he finally brushes against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

She whimpers, unable to form complete sentences through the haze of desire that fills her mind. All she can focus on is the sensation of his touch and the need for him inside her, claiming her as his own once more. "Fuck me," she gasps, desperate now, needy and wanting nothing more than release from this unbearable ache.

Her fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, eager to get them undone so she can feel his skin against hers. As he steps back to finally shed the barrier between them, revealing the hard planes of his chest and defined abs beneath, Temari gasps in appreciation, her hands roaming freely over him now. She grow

Her cheeks flush at his words, heat spreading across her body as she arches into his touch. "I want you to... take me," she whispers hoarsely, fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders. "Make me yours again..." Her hips rise and fall against his hand, grinding against him, urging him forward toward the bed.

As they near the edge of the mattress, Temari's breath comes faster, her lips parting in anticipation. She can feel herself growing wetter as she imagines being taken roughly by him, feeling every inch of his hard length buried inside her. With a soft moan, she pulls at the hem of his shirt, eager to be skin-to-skin with him once more.

"Please," she whispers, gazing up into his eyes as they meet across the expanse of the bed. "I need you so much..." Her nails scrape lightly against his chest, drawing another groan from deep within him, and she shivers with pleasure at the sound.

Her breath catches as he pushes her onto the mattress, his body looming over hers. As he removes his clothes, revealing his impressive erection, she can't help but whimper in desire. Her hands reach out to touch him, stroking him gently before wrapping around him and squeezing lightly. She moans into the pillow as he pushes inside her, filling her completely.

Her hips rise to meet his thrusts, grinding against him in perfect rhythm. With each stroke, she feels more of him inside her, the pressure building until it's almost too much to bear. She arches her back, gasping for air as he takes her roughly, pushing her body to its limits and beyond. The sounds they make together echo through the room, filling the air with desire and lust as their bodies entwine in a fierce dance of need and passion.

Her nails dig into his back, her hips pushing against him in desperation as he takes her harder and faster. Her moans mix with his grunts of pleasure, their breath mingling in the air between them. With each thrust, she feels a building pressure deep within, and she knows it won't be long before she explodes around him, claiming the release she so desperately craves.

"Reza..." she whispers his name like a prayer, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath her as tension coils tight in her core. "Oh god... I need it..." She arches her back further, meeting each thrust with a moan of desire that only serves to fuel him, driving him deeper inside her, harder still. The feel of him moving within her is so intense it borders on painful and she relishes every second of the agony-tinged ecstasy that courses through her body.

Her eyes roll back in her head as he assaults her breasts with rough kisses and bites. A keening sound escapes her lips, unbidden, as the sensation of his hands on her chest sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She can feel herself slipping closer and closer to the edge, a shuddering climax building deep within her core.

Her hips buck against him, seeking frantic release from this torturous desire that threatens to consume her. "Oh fuck... I'm going to..." she gasps, her fingers digging into his back as he takes her harder still. A loud cry escapes her throat and she comes apart beneath him, her body shuddering violently around his cock as waves of ecstasy crash over her.

Her vision darkens for a moment, but she can feel him still moving inside her, pushing her back to the edge once more with each thrust. "Reza..." Her voice trails off into a moan, barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing and the slapping of skin on skin.

"I-Inside," she whispers hoarsely, her hips rising to meet his thrusts as he pushes closer to the edge. She's trembling with need and desire, every inch of her body aching for release once more. Her fingers dig into his back, urging him forward, pleading for him to give her everything he has left.

As he nears climax, she arches her back off the bed, her lips parted in a silent scream of encouragement. Her legs wrap tight around his hips, anchoring him deeper inside her as she fights for every last drop of his seed. The tension coiling in her core builds again, threatening to send her over the edge once more and with it the knowledge that Reza's release will finally be complete.

"Cum for me," she gasps, her voice ragged and desperate. "Fill me up..." Her nails scrape lightly against his back in a last ditch effort to draw him even closer as their bodies surge together toward the intense climax they both know is coming.

Her fingers dig deeper into the skin of his back as he thrusts harder, the pressure building once more inside her. She can feel him, tightening and tensing with every powerful stroke as he barrels closer to release. It's almost too much; she's so close herself, her body trembling on the edge of another intense orgasm.

"Now!" she cries out, arching her back in surrender as her own climax washes over her in a wave of pure pleasure. Her inner muscles clench and spasm around him, milking every last drop of his release from him as they finally collapse together on the bed, panting for air.

Her heart races, body aching with satisfaction and desire. Even now, she can't help but wonder how much longer this would have gone on if Shikamaru hadn't been there to make things complicated... or perhaps not so complicated after all. With a sigh, Temari Nara relishes the feel of Reza Roberto's weight pressing down on her and savors the memory of their passionate encounter, knowing that whatever the future holds, this moment will always be theirs.

"Mmm," she moans softly, arching her hips up into his thrusts. "It's always been you..." Her fingers curl into the sheets beneath her as he takes her roughly once more, filling her completely. Her breath catches in her throat and tears gather at the corners of her eyes, not from pain but from the intensity of feeling so desired and wanted after all this time. She bites her lip, trying to suppress a whimper that threatens to escape as he pushes harder and faster inside her. "Don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, meeting his gaze with pleading eyes. "Please..." Her nails scrape lightly across his back, urging him onward even further as their bodies move together in a passionate dance of need and desire.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he pushes deeper and faster inside her, reaching that place where she feels like she might explode. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body arching off the bed in time with each powerful thrust. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, the word sounding more like a plea than a statement of fact. "Don't stop... please..."

Her hips move in perfect rhythm with his, taking him as deeply as he'll give her. The sensation is exquisite torture, building and building until she thinks it might be too much to bear. But somehow, it only makes her want more, needing the release that comes only from being with Reza Roberto like this. "I love you," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks as he brings them both closer to the edge.

Her body clenches around him as her own orgasm hits, crashing through her like a wave, mingling with his release as he cries out her name. She arches her back off the bed, nails digging into his shoulders in an effort to bring them both even closer together. "Reza..." she moans, their breaths heavy and ragged as they find purchase once more against each other's skin.

Her body trembles with the force of her orgasm, leaving her boneless and spent beneath him. For a moment, there is only the sound of their labored breathing as they recover from the intensity of their shared pleasure. Then, slowly but surely, reality begins to creep back in - the weight of Shikamaru's presence, the guilt she feels for betraying her marriage vows...

"We should..." Temari whispers, voice trembling with fear and regret. "We should go." She swallows hard, pushing herself up onto unsteady legs as she tries to move away from him. But he doesn't let her go easily; his hands grip her hips, holding her in place

I-I can't... not again... we should go back to our own lives... this was just supposed to be one night... I'm sorry, Reza.

With a sharp intake of breath, she drops to her knees and arches her back, feeling his cock slide into her once more. She bites her lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape, trying desperately to resist the urge to wrap her legs around him and demand more. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clenching and unclenching as he thrusts deeper and faster, filling her up again and bringing her back to that edge where everything falls apart.

Her heart races, her chest heaving with every labored breath as she fights against herself, trying to deny the pleasure he's giving her. But it's no use; his touch is like a drug, and as his hips slide against her ass in rhythm with his movements, she feels herself slipping further and further away from reality and into this forbidden world where nothing else matters but their desires.

"Reza..." Her voice breaks on his name, trembling with need as well as the ache of guilt that lingers like a shadow at the fringes of her pleasure. "Please... don't do

ahhh... Reza.... too much.... please... I can't.... ahhh!

Her voice catches in her throat as she feels the pressure building within her once more. Her hips move instinctively against his, seeking release from this intense pleasure that threatens to consume her. Tears begin to streak down her cheeks, mingling with sweat and tears of shame and desire. As Reza's pace quickens, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the line between pain and pleasure blurring until it's impossible to tell them apart.

"I-I can't..." She gasps, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their ragged breathing and skin slapping against skin. "Too much... too much..." Her fingers scrape uselessly at the sheets beneath her as her body trembles on the brink of surrender, her orgasm building with every powerful thrust that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her core.

"Reza..." she moans his name again and again, a plea for mercy and release tangled up in need and desire so powerful it threatens to consume her completely. As he hits her harder, deeper, the world around her begins to spin out of focus

Her eyes squeeze shut as his words send another wave of desire coursing through her. She cries out his name as she feels him finally release inside her, filling her with warmth and pleasure. Her body arches off the bed in response, writhing uncontrollably beneath him as she comes undone in a shuddering climax that threatens to tear her apart. The weight of Reza's body presses down on hers, trapping her against the mattress as their pants and gasps mingle with the sound of their laboured breathing.

For what feels like an eternity, they lie tangled together in a messy heap of sweaty limbs and satiated desire. Eventually, however, reality starts to seep back in; guilt and shame begin to churn inside her once more as she acknowledges the depths of her betrayal. She must find a way to return home and face Shikamaru without him ever finding out about this night... but first, she needs some space from Reza Roberto's alluring touch and devastating words.

With trembling hands, she push

She tries to pull her hand free from his grip but he only tightens his hold, preventing her escape. Her heart races with a mix of fear and desire as she realizes there's no way out of this position... not unless she gives in to him once more. But doing so would be admitting defeat; giving up on any hope of preserving her marriage and returning to her old life.

Tears begin to streak down her cheeks again, landing with a wet smack on the bed beneath her as she struggles against his hold. "I can't," she whispers hoarsely, feeling defeated and empty inside. "Please let me go." But even as the words leave her lips, part of her longs for him to ignore them, to continue touching her and claiming her as his own.

Ahhhh... No... Not that... Please let me go. I can't... Her voice cracks as she begs him to release her from his hold and stop touching her in places where she knows she shouldn't be touched. She tries once more to pull her hand free, but he only tightens his grip, pressing her body down into the mattress as he positions himself behind her. Tears stream unchecked down her cheeks as she feels him push against her anus, teasing and stretching before finally pushing inside with a sharp, painful thrust.

"Oh God..." Her back arches off the bed in response to the invasion of her most intimate space. "It hurts..." She bites her lip to keep from crying out too loudly, afraid that if she makes any noise at all Shikamaru might hear them and come looking for her. But Reza's cock is so huge, stretching her so much... it feels like he'll rip her apart.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely through gritted teeth, "don't do this..." Her body trembles with the need to push

Ahhhh... Reza... Stop.... It hurts too much.... Please let me go....

Ahhhh! Too much... It's too big... Reza, stop... I can't take it.... Let me go.... Please....

Ahhh... God... It hurts so much.... Reza, please... I can't take anymore.... Let me go... Please.....

Ahhh... No... Please... Stop... AHHH!!!!!

Her voice is muffled by the sheets as she screams in pain and pleading for him to stop, his thrusts deeper inside her now than ever before. He ignores her cries, focusing only on his release until he comes with a loud groan, emptying himself deep within her anus.

She lies there motionless, trying to catch her breath as her body convulses from the pain and humiliation of what just happened. Tears streak down her face and she clenches her fists tightly at her sides, feeling dirty and used in a way she never thought possible. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he pulls out of her with a wet pop, leaving her empty and sore.

"Get up," he says gruffly, pushing her roughly away from him as he retreats to the other side of the room to retrieve his clothes. "Go home."

ahhhh... no... please let me go.... I need to go back to my husband.... I'm so sorry... this was a mistake....

I-I can't! Please let me go! I'm married! This is wrong... Oh God, please don't make me do this again... T_T

I-I can't.... not again.... please, let me go.... I have to get back to Shikamaru.... This was all a mistake....

I-I'm sorry... Shikamaru and I... it was supposed to be just the two of us.... I never meant for this to happen....

Ahhh... Noooo... Aggghh.... Too much... Please stop... I can't take it.... Ahhhhhhh!

Ahhh! Ahh God! Too much! Stop! Please! I'm going to die... Aaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!

Nooo! Ahhhh.... T-This isn't right... I have to go back to Shikamaru.... Please stop....

Ahhh... God... I-I can't think straight... My body doesn't want to stop... But Shikamaru... He must be worried sick by now... I need to leave... find him... explain... She gasps, her voice barely audible as she tries to catch her breath between words. Reza and his clones continue moving relentlessly inside her, driving her further and further towards the edge of exhaustion and pleasure.

Her fingers claw uselessly at the sheets beneath her, desperate for some kind of anchor in this whirlwind of sensation and confusion. She needs to get away from them before it's too late... but first, she has to find the strength.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he continues to move inside her, his words sending another wave of desire coursing through her. She wants to believe him, wants this feeling to be enough... but the nagging thought at the back of her mind refuses to let go. Shikamaru mustn't find out about this; it would destroy everything they have built together. With one final burst of energy, she pushes against Reza and his clones with all her might, trying to break free from their hold and escape back into the darkness of the night where she can figure out what to do next.