Temari drives all the boy wild. [Shoujo-ai]
Warnings: Yuri, drabble, perhaps a touch of AU. Don't like? Then hit the back button.
Notes: I like Temari as much as her two brothers but I haven't been writing much for her. A bit odd, but I like my odd things. Set vaguely during the chuunin exams. Yeah, the title fairy strikes again. Couldn't think of anything better really, then someone here starts talking about the ego... Damn, now I want to write something truly deserving of this title.
Queen of Id
All the boys liked Temari.
They liked her spiky blonde hair and her clear green eyes. They liked the turn of her nose and her high cheekbones. They liked the fullness of her lips and the way she smirked. They liked the length of her legs and the firm muscles of her body. They liked the golden tan of her skin and how she wasn't averse to showing it off. They liked the curves of her hips and the swells of her breasts. Mostly, they liked her arrogance and the way she told each and every single one of them, "No."
Temari liked all the girls.
She liked TenTen's smooth, dark hair and her warm, brown eyes. She liked Hinata's small nose and aristocratic face. She liked Ino's thin lips and the way they curved. She liked Sakura's short legs that weren't very thick with muscle. She liked Kin's pale skin and how a lot of it was covered up. She liked Anko's straight lines and her smaller bust. Mostly, she liked the way they blush when she says so, and the way each and every single one of them moaned, "Yes."
All the boys liked to dream about Temari.
They dreamed of the way she would taste and shiver. They dreamed of the way she would arch and moan. They dreamed of the way she would whisper to urge them on. They dreamed of the way she'd give in to their desires. They dreamed of the way she would curl up in their arms after swearing to never leave. They dreamed of the way she would blush as they removed her clothes. Mostly, they dreamed about how she would be theirs, and only theirs.
Temari liked to remember all the girls.
She remembered how Tenten tasted nothing like her rose-scented soap and how she'd tried so hard not to squirm. She remembered how Hinata had clutched her tightly and buried her face in her neck. She remembered how Ino had screamed the most pleasantly obscene things. She remembered how Sakura had continued to fight, even as she begged for more. She remembered how Kin had demanded another round of sex, before walking away without a backward glance. She remembered how Anko had brazenly stripped herself, never once looking away from her eyes. Mostly, she remembered how they were all hers... but only for the spell of a night.
All the boys are driven wild over Temari.
Lee gives her flowers and horrible poetry. Neji never has flowers but he always has proper poetry. Kiba likes to watch her hips sway when she walks by. Shino always holds the door or chair and acts the perfect gentleman. Shikamaru looks, though he is clearly unwilling to admit it. Chouji tries to encourage his friend, resigned that this is the closest he will ever get to her. Naruto always demands she look at him. Sasuke talks about strong bloodlines and powerful children. Dosu hunches over and tries to hide the fact that he watches her. Zaku whistles and leers lewdly. Kankurou threatens them all on a daily basis, and Gaara is tired of being asked what her favorite color is.
Temari smirks and allows the boys make fools of themselves. While they're busy doing that, she has free reign on the girls.