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 arched a delicate brow, tilting her head slightly. A slow smile curved her lips, and she lowered her voice to tease him. "Why, did you miss me?" Her eyes traveled over him slowly, taking in the sight of him with hunger and need. "Or maybe it's just been too long since anyone could handle a woman like me." She laughed softly, looking away briefly before returning her gaze to his. "I suppose we should celebrate our new... proximity then, huh?"

Her cheeks flushed at the reminder, and she glanced away again. "Maybe..." She bit her bottom lip, considering his words. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought about how good it felt to be with him. "You know... I think a night in would be perfect," she suggested softly. "We could catch up, talk... or not talk. Whatever you want." Her voice lowered further, becoming almost husky with desire. "And then... we can see what happens after that." She raised her eyebrows invitingly, challenging him with a look that dared him to refuse.

She licked her lips nervously as she considered his offer. The excitement within her was palpable; she couldn't remember the last time she felt this way. "I'd... like that," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. As they started walking towards Tyrone 's house, Temari glanced over at him, noting the way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt with every step he took. She felt herself growing wet just from looking at him, and she couldn't wait to see what else he had in store for her that evening.

She hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip as she thought about Shikamaru. "Well... maybe," she admitted with a shrug. "But we both know he's never been one to really keep track of where I am or who I'm with." There was an undercurrent of challenge in her voice, daring Tyrone to make something more of the situation. "As long as you don't get any ideas about taking what's mine..." Her tone became teasing, almost playful despite the seriousness of the topic.

They continued walking, the anticipation between them growing thick with every step they took towards Tyrone 's house.

Her heart raced as she followed him inside, her gaze drifting over to the well-stocked bar in the corner. "Do you mind if I fix us a drink?" she asked, her voice breathy and slightly unsteady. "I could use something to cool me down." As he nodded his permission, she poured them each a glass of wine, taking a sip before turning back to face him. "So," she said, clearing her throat awkwardly, "what did you want to talk about?" Her gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips and back again, betraying the hunger that burned within her for more than just conversation.

Her cheeks flushed at his suggestive remark, and she found it impossible to look him in the eye. "Oh..." She took another sip of wine, her free hand instinctively going to her throat as if trying to calm herself down. Inside, however, she was anything but calm; desire coursed through her veins like fire. She wanted him so badly, and the thought of giving herself over to him was both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. "Well," she finally managed to say, clearing her throat again, "there is... a lot we could talk about."

Her heart raced as she contemplated how far to push the conversation, wanting nothing more than to surrender herself completely but feeling the urge to maintain some semblance of control. "We could talk about our lives since then," she suggested tentatively. "What we've been up to... what we hope for the future." She paused, glancing at him before taking another sip of wine. "Or if you prefer..." Her voice trailed off teasingly, leaving her sentence unfinished as she held his gaze expectantly, daring him to fill in the blanks with whatever he wanted their conversation—or lack thereof—to be about.

She blushed deeply at his words, finding it hard to believe that he could ever find life dull with anyone else. "It's not true," she protested softly, taking another sip of wine and looking away for a moment as she tried to collect herself. The feeling of desire was growing stronger by the second, making it harder and harder for her to think straight or resist him. When she finally found the courage to meet his eyes again, there was something different in her gaze; a mixture of desire and longing that left no doubt as to what she truly wanted from this encounter.

Her heart raced as she looked into his eyes, the desire within her almost too much to bear. "I... I don't want to go," she whispered softly, her voice trembling slightly with need and uncertainty. "Not yet." Taking a shaky breath, she forced herself to meet his gaze evenly, trying to convey the courage that she didn't quite feel. "What do you want me to do?"

Her heart raced as she waited for his response, knowing that whatever he said would determine the course of this encounter. Inwardly, she was terrified of where things might lead but outwardly, she presented a facade of calm and confidence, hoping against hope that it would be enough to see them through this moment.

Her breath caught in her throat at his words, and she felt her entire body tremble with anticipation. "W-well," she stammered, trying to sound casual despite the racing of her heart. "I guess that would be okay... as long as you don't mind that I promised Shikamaru I wouldn't do anything like that again." The thought of lying beside Tyrone tonight sent shockwaves of desire through her, making it difficult to keep her tone light and teasing.

"I mean," she continued, taking another sip of wine for courage, "I should probably ask him first... if you don't mind waiting until then." She glanced up at him hopefully, praying he wouldn't insist on anything further. The thought of sleeping with Tyrone tonight was too much for her to resist; she just wasn't sure if she could manage it without Shik

Her heart raced as she considered his words, the desire building inside her like a wildfire. She wanted him so badly; it felt like nothing else mattered at this moment. With a shaky breath, she forced herself to look into his eyes once more and said, "Okay... just for one night." There was a mix of relief and longing in her voice that he couldn't miss, and the smile that curved his lips showed he understood exactly what she was feeling. As they moved towards the bedroom, their bodies brushing against each other, Temari knew that this night would change everything between them. She just hoped it wouldn't destroy the life she had built for herself with Shikamaru in the process.

Her heart raced as they entered the bedroom, the anticipation nearly unbearable. Without speaking another word, she moved towards the bed and climbed beneath the covers, her gaze fixed on Tyrone as he undressed, revealing his toned physique to her hungry eyes. As soon as he slipped into bed beside her, their bodies pressed together in unspoken desire; his hardness pressing against her core, igniting a wave of need that left her breathless and aching for release. With shaking hands, she reached out to touch him, running her fingers along the length of his erection before wrapping her hand around him, giving him a few firm strokes that caused a moan to escape her throat. His skin was warm and smooth beneath her touch, driving her wild with desire for more contact with him; with his body, their bodies entwined as one. She moved closer still, nestling

Her breath caught in her throat as he revealed his massive erection to her. Her eyes traced the length of it hungrily, taking in the size and girth before she reached out and wrapped her hand around him once more. With a groan, she began stroking up and down, matching the pace of her movements with the frantic beat of her heart. She moved even closer still, straddling his waist so that their bodies were pressed together from chest to thighs. Her breasts rubbed against his skin as she continued pleasuring him, her nipples hard and aching for his touch. She looked down into his eyes, meeting his gaze with a mixture of desire and need that left them both breathless. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, "make me feel good." Her voice was little more than a whisper, but the emotion behind it resonated through the room like a drumbeat

She arched her back as he took her breast in his hand, squeezing gently before teasing the nipple with his thumb. The sensation sent shards of pleasure shooting through her body, and she moaned loudly, pressing herself closer against him in response. Her other hand never stopped its rhythmic movements on his erection as her hips undulated in time, grinding against his lower stomach in an unspoken plea for more contact. Her heart raced and her breath came in short gasps as she felt herself growing wet with anticipation, the need for release building inside her like a storm. She could feel the weight of Tyrone's gaze on her body, could sense the power he had over her at that moment, and it only served to drive her further into madness. "Please," she whispered hoarsely again, arching her back even more as he continued to te