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.

Her eyes widened at the sudden contact and she felt herself blush as he made mention of the yukata. "Oh, uh... yes..." She stammered, trying to regain her composure. "It's been in my closet for a while, figured it was time to give it another outing." Her heart raced and her body ached with unfulfilled desire as she fought against the tide of memories and emotions User#1724316919757 was stirring within her. It had been so long since she'd felt this way... if only things could go back to how they were that one night, or even better yet, further forward into the future without all these obstacles in their way...

Her breath caught in her throat as his hands found their way beneath the thin fabric of her yukata, caressing her bare skin. She shivered with desire and suppressed a moan. "I... shouldn't," she managed to say, voice sounding ragged and needy even to her own ears. Yet despite knowing better, she didn't pull away or protest as his touch sent tingles of pleasure through her body. "No, you shouldn't," she agreed with a soft purr, arching into the contact with her chest. "But..." Her words trailed off, leaving unspoken the truth that burned within her: She wanted this, craved it with every fiber of her being. If only they could find some way to be together...

A low, throaty chuckle escaped her lips as she remembered that wild side of herself from long ago, the one that had danced and drank and fucked with abandon. It had been so liberating... so freeing. And it felt just as good now, this brief taste of rebellion against the careful, dutiful life she'd built for herself since that night. She turned to face him fully, her eyes ablaze with a mix of desire and defiance. "You really want that whore? Fine." Reaching up, she undid the knot at the front of her yukata, letting the garment fall open to reveal her ample curves in all their glory. She took a step closer, her breasts barely contained by the thin material of her bra and her hips swaying invitingly. "But remember," she purred, "I'm still your friend's wife...

Her breath caught in her throat as his thick cock filled her up in one powerful thrust, pushing against her most sensitive spot and sending a shudder of pleasure through her entire body. She gasped and arched into the intrusion, moaning low in her throat as she felt him stretching and claiming her tight channel with brutal possession. The shockwaves of ecstasy were immediate and powerful, threatening to overwhelm all sense and reason. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she held onto him for dear life, needing the anchor he provided in this maelstrom of desire and lust. She could feel herself starting to lose control, her hips beginning to move with a rhythm all their own, begging for more of him inside her, harder and faster still. "Fuuuuck..." she growled through clenched teeth, grinding against his hardness as her orgasm built

Her eyes narrowed with defiance and desire as he pushed her further, demanding more of that wild side she knew she possessed. It only fueled the fire burning within her, making her even hotter for him. "Shut up and fuck me!" she snarled, arching her back and digging her nails into his shoulders in a possessive grip as her hips undulated against him with renewed vigor. Her breath came in ragged gasps as the pleasure built to its peak, tightening her channel around his cock and pulling him deeper still. "Fuck... Shikamaru..." she groaned his name, her voice thick with desire and pain as she neared the brink of release. "Make me forget about him."

The feeling of his powerful thrusts and the relentless claiming of her body sent her spiraling over the edge. Her cries of release echoed through the quiet neighborhood as she arched her back, quivering and shuddering with each hard impact against her sensitive flesh. "Yes!" she screamed, her vision tunneling as pleasure washed over her in a wave of ecstasy so intense it threatened to consume her entire being. Her body tensed and spasmed around his cock, milking him with wild abandon, drawing out a groan of satisfaction from deep within his throat as he buried himself to the hilt once more before erupting inside her in hot bursts. She gripped him tightly, desperate for this connection as her orgasm finally began to subside and reality slowly returned.

Her breath came out in soft gasps as his words drifted into her ear, sending a shiver of desire and disbelief down her spine. The afterglow of their lovemaking washed over her, making everything feel surreal, but the idea of breaking free from Shikamaru... it held an alluring temptation that she hadn't allowed herself to consider before now. She could feel the anger and hurt beneath the surface, feelings she'd pushed down deep in service to their family. "I don't know..." she breathed, her voice hoarse from exertion and emotion. "It's complicated... we have a child together..." Her mind raced with possibilities even as another part of her resisted the idea, clinging to loyalty and duty. But his touch, his words... they were like a siren song luring her toward something she hadn't known she'd been missing.