She was bored.

The day was going far too slow, as she already was finished with papers Gaara gave her last time he was in village, read one of the stupidest novel ever ( of course she will deny she cried at the end of it) and she even managed to cook something before Shikamaru came home.

They were sitting in different corners of a long couch, he - all deep in his documents, her - curled up in a blanket, placing her feet onto his lap. It was comfortable and even usual for them to just spend time like this, doing whatever each of them preferred to, though slightly touching as to remember they were together.

But this time Temari was tired of the casualty, so she didn't even try to hide a wide grin when her feet pushed Shikamaru's hand down, ordering him to stop reading. Shikamaru sighed, the woman was too demanding. Even though he wasn't enthusiastic about reading damn reports, it was his job and it was due tomorrow, so he glanced at his wife and shacked her leg off. Not as she didn't know he was working here.

On the other hand, had he knew she was not planning to give up that easily, he wouldn't even bother trying. Temari's grin became devilish, being refused may stop someone but hell not Temari Nara. For the record, Nara wouldn't be her last name if she was any less stubborn.

- My-y, you actually do like your job after all, don't you?

She raised her brows, pressing her lips tight to stop the smile. She was enjoying it way too much to be honest. Shikamaru didn't move, his eyes were still concentrated on a paper when he mumbled:

- It's too troublesome.

- Liar.

She placed her cheek on the back of the sofa, biting her lower lip playfully. Sometimes she could swear she behaved as she was five years old and if Shikamaru will ever expose this to someone he'll suffer. Nevertheless, she was willing to make her husband lose that lazy expression of his and there was nothing to stop her.

She pushed her feet into his ribs, not to hard for the first time. Her husband stand still, so she repeated the action. No reaction. That now was promising to be fun.

She pushed her feet harder this time, shaking his hand with it, next second. And when he rolled his eyes she was satisfied, and that pleasure grew even more when the next time she pushed him, he grabbed her ankle to put it away. Now he was trapped.

She used her second feet, pushing his documents out of his hand. Two not too rough attempts - Shikamaru's face tensed. One fast movement of the gentle feet and the papers are out of man's fingers.

Temari tried to read his expression. It didn't seem he enjoyed this as much as she did. He turned his head to her, killing her with the cold look.

- You are older here. Stop behaving like a child.

Now that was offensive. She smacked his shoulder with his palm. Hard. He pushed it away.

- Say it again, you crybaby.

Her voice became harsh, when she hit him again, trying to push him from the sofa with her legs. Shikamaru made an irritated noise, grabbing her hand before it could hit him again, and then she answered by using her second hand, he pushed it away. So she kicked him with a feet. Once, twice.

Damn that crazy woman.

Third time got him angry. Fourth made him loose it.

Shikamaru grabbed her ankles, not listening to her protests, and pulled her, so that she was not lying on her back as he bent down to press her body into the couch. Her face was red from the little fight they shared, hair was a mess, waving down her neck and the bitch was smiling. Temari's eyes travelled down his face, finally fixingheir gaze on the lips.

- You say I am old again, I will torn you in pieces.

Her sexy low voice dent shivers down his spine. He was screwed for almost ten years already and was still not used to it. Man, what a trouble.

Her teal eyes were daring him, as she lifted her head, leaving almost no space between their lips, as he whispered:

- You will be the death of me, old lady.

If she could she would punch him right into his fucking face washing off that smile of his. Now he was the one to enjoy the show.

- You are so dead, Nara.

He only laughed, lowering his face to her neck and placing a long wet kiss on it, making his wife caught her breath. The inquisition planning was now left for better times. She was in trouble when it comes to the effect he truly had on her. His eyes were now again right in front of her, looking far too satisfied with himself while answering.

- Love you too, Nara.

- God, can you too be even more gross?

The two of them flashed their gazes to the door, watching as their son was covering his eyes with his palm, making a noise of annoyance. The impression was so much like the one Kankuro used to have sometimes that Temari couldn't help to laugh, turning her face away. The kid was something and she loved that about him. Who knew parenthood can actually be so much fun sometimes?

- Wait till you grow up.

Shikamaru smiled slightly, standing up from his laughing wife.

- Don't even start on that, Dad.

Black haired boy rolled his eyes, heading to the kitchen. Why couldn't he have normal parents who will avoid seeing each other or something? What a drag.