The roughness of his calloused hands skirted about by the bare skin in between her rising shirt and her hip-hugging jeans. Her hands were splayed upon his chest, while her legs found themselves precariously intertwined with his. With her arched back, her hip almost rested on his. But due to their height difference, her hip ended up resting in between his hipbone and his lower stomach.
Ragged breaths were the only thing to be heard as they lay on their bed - the girl on top while he was below her. Shamelessly, his hands ended up on the sides of her hips with a firm grip.
"Give it back, Shikamaru!" She cried, deciding on balling up her fists to beat on his chest in a fit of anger.
"Ow! Damn it, woman!" Shikamaru winced as her fists came in contact with his chest. Her blows soon grew weaker as she fully exhausted herself. Her head flopped down in between her weakened fists.
"I know you're lying down on wallet!" Chiiharu huffed, resolving on the decision of balling up his shirt in her hands and attempting to pull him up. She succeeded, but her lack of energy caused him to fall back amongst the covers again. "Give it back." She whispered, tired from her futile actions.
"No." He grunted as he stared at her with determined eyes - something the Nara would never normally place enough effort on. "You'll just spend it all." He narrowed his eyes before continuing, "Again."
She pushed her lower lip out in a pathetic pout. "I swear - I have my paycheck."
Shikamaru let out a dark chuckle, detaching one hand from her hip to reach up and tuck a stray hair behind her ear. "That's what you said last time." An exaggerated sigh graced her ears. "But you screwed yourself over. And I had to pay for it - literally and figuratively."
Scrunching her eyes in confusion, Chiiharu pondered on his words. Screwed myself over? Pushing the thought aside almost immediately, her eyes lit up as an idea sprung forth from her imagination.
Without warning, she attacked - locking her lips with his - causing Shikamaru's eyes to widen at the sudden, yet pleasant contact. The kiss started out slow and inviting, urging the Nara to participate with growing exuberance. Realizing what she was doing, Shikamaru began kissing her back - pressing the softness of her lips against his with much gusto.
His hands trailed teasingly up her body to come to a stop at her head. He cradled in his hands - his fingers tangling with her smooth tresses, his thumbs caressing her cheeks.
In answer, Chiiharu's hands slid underneath him - right around his stomach area. Her hands writhed beneath him, as if searching something out. Shikamaru paid no mind as he continued to kiss her senseless.
Suddenly, Chiiharu broke away, slipping her hands out from Shikamaru's back.
She jumped out from his embrace and sprang elegantly on her two feet on the floor. Sticking out her tongue, Chiiharu darted out of the room with her wallet in tow.
Shikamaru stared at the door, dazed by the kiss and confused at what just happened.