Hi! So this is just a series of one-shots about Shikamaru and Temari done by randomly generated prompts. Please enjoy, get in touch with prompts and review! I am new to writing so any tips are welcome.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

1. Test

Shikamaru dragged his tired feet through the door and dumped his keys on the table. It had been a long day at work and all he wanted was to put his feet up and sleep.

"Hello?" he called out down the hallway. He walked into the kitchen when there was no reply and pulled a beer out of the fridge. If Temari was working late, he was going to watch some TV and fall asleep on the couch, just as he liked it.

When he came back into the living room, hoping to pull out the recliner and get into his sweatpants, he was met with something he was not expecting at all. His beautiful wife stood in front of him, in some black lacy lingerie that frankly might as well have not existed, not that he was complaining. He stood speechless eyeing up every part of what he was seeing, not stopping for a minute to question why she was here. She stood with her feline eyes crinkled by the smile that was easing onto her face, knowing full well the effect she was having on her husband. If it wasn't obvious enough by what she was seeing in his trousers, his face said it all anyway; she hadn't looked better since their wedding.

"Happy anniversary," she said quietly as she began to step towards him, wrapping her arms around his waist. It had been over a month since they'd had the time or energy to do anything, and she was ready to give Shikamaru a night worth the wait if it wasn't for one small word:

"Oh." She pulled away from their embrace to get a look at her husband's face. He couldn't hide it from her; the surprise and realisation that today was in fact their second anniversary. Immediately she was out of his arms and storming upstairs to their bedroom. How could he forget their anniversary? She had been planning this for the last month, and she thought he would at least have realised how long it had been for them.

"Wait, Temari!" He ran up the stairs behind her trying to stop her but she slammed the bedroom door on his face. "Come on, I'm sorry. It's been really busy at work and it just slipped my mind. I remembered it I promise!" When the door didn't open he sat down on the stairs opposite and muttered, "Who even celebrates the second one anyway?"

"I HEARD THAT!" she yelled through the door and she came out fully dressed in her usual getup. "I will be downstairs eating our favourite takeout alone since only one of us bothered to make an effort for today."

He sighed and reached for her arm but she continued to march downstairs. He weaved his signs and she finally stopped dead in her tracks. "God you're an ass! Let me go now or I swear…" he stopped her with a light kiss. Calmer, but still not appeased, she said "Don't think a little kiss is going to solve this. I'm still angry with you."

"I know and I'm sorry, I'm angry with me too." He retracted his shadows and stood on the step below her. "What can I do to make it better?"

"Why do you always want me to solve things for you? It's not difficult, genius, I just want to know that you actually still care about me. Did you know it's been over a month since we last… you know?"

"What? No it hasn't."

"Yes, it has. Choji's wedding was the last time either of us even bothered to try."

"Oh god it was…" he trailed off, shocked by how their relationship, once intense and fiery, full of secret meetings and stolen kisses, was now so mundane. "Well I still care about you. Of course I do, we're just both getting older and busier. It's harder now. But I promise you are still my number one priority." He brushed some loose hairs out of her face and pulled her in for a kiss. He frowned when his lips were met by her fingers.

"Really? I'm your number one priority? I'll bet if I ask you four questions about us you won't know the answers to any of them."

He smiled. "Alright, you're on. What are you willing to bet?"

She thought for a minute and then he saw her lips curl into a playful smile he hadn't seen in so long. "My clothes. Every question you get right, something's coming off."

He laughed. Now this was the relationship he remembered. "Okay let's do this."

They sat opposite from each other in the living room. "You ready?" Temari said, armed with questions she was sure he would've forgotten, but secretly hoped he hadn't. "Okay, first question. I'll ease you in. What date is our anniversary?"

He looked at her bitterly. "21st September, very funny. Now come on, I believe I get a piece of clothing for that?" He stuck out his hand while she took off her sash. "Are you kidding? Your sash?"

"Well it was an easy question wasn't it? Okay question two. At our wedding, what flavour cake did we get?"

He didn't flinch. "Trick question, we didn't get cake we had a weird rice thing from Suna."

"Hey it's not a weird rice thing it's a Sunan delicacy. But yeah you can have it." She took off her skirt leaving just her mesh shorts behind.

"You gonna give me any properly hard questions?"

"Don't get cocky. Question three: on our second date I showed you a very particular scar. Where was it and who gave it to me?"

He stopped. He could remember clear as day where it was, on her side right next to her breast, but he was so mesmerised seeing her body for the first time he couldn't remember anything she had said. He decided to guess. "Under your ribs on your side, and Gaara."

She looked at him blankly. He could never read her. Then finally she sighed and took off her top. The black lace bra remained under it. She threw it at him. "Lucky guess," she mumbled. He just grinned at her. "Alright last question. What's my job title?"

"Your job title? What does that have to do with us?"

"My job title is what got us together in the first place. If I wasn't put in charge of the exams we never would have spent so much time together and, well, I never would have fallen in love with you." She looked at him wistfully, remembering all those years ago and how she'd felt about him then.

"Well I fell in love with you as soon as we met so… job title never meant much to me."

"Bullshit, you hated me when we first met."

"Ah, can't blame a guy for trying huh? Okay, well I'm gonna say leader of the Kazekage Guard," he said and when she nodded he continued, "Sunan ambassador to Konoha and Sunan representative to the Shinobi Union." He waited.

"And?" She smiled in victory. He hadn't been able to get this one. "What? You don't count it as a full time job taking care of you, crybaby?"

He smiled in defeat. "Okay I give up, I never thought being married to me was so bad you think you need to be paid for it. So what now?"

She stood up, grinning from ear to ear knowing full well she was in control now. She slowly pulled down her mesh shorts, aware of the view she was giving Shikamaru from the front. She watched him squirm to control himself, and took pleasure in his failure. Carefully, she eased herself onto his lap, straddling him, and kissed him slowly; all lips, then tongue and teeth biting at his lower lip to make his breath hitch just as she knew how. She slowly moved her hips over his in figures of eight making his buck forwards suddenly. She finally pulled away and looked him in the eye as she undid the buttons of his shirt. And that was all he could take.

He grabbed her face and kissed her, properly this time with nothing held back; at the same time she ripped his shirt off and chucked it away. He undid her bra and tossed it wherever, needing only to pull her closer now. He squeezed on her backside, pulling it up towards him, and she kissed his neck and his jawline. The black lingerie she had bought now lay in an irreparable pile on the floor and belt buckles were hastily pulled apart and they moved together in a flurry of hands, lips and soft, bare skin until they both lay in a pile of exhaustion on the sofa. With heavy breaths he turned to her and said,

"Well that was worth all the trouble you've given me." She flashed him a big, beautiful smile.

"Isn't it always?"