table; you will be tested on this
characters; Shikamaru, Sakura
“You are…so annoying,” she breathes out, glaring at the top of his head.
He lifts himself silently, and presses one hand next to each side of her head, not quite pressed against her, but definitely touching enough places for her to feel it.
Wait for it. Wait for it… And there it is; the smirk. That annoying smirk that makes her want to knock his teeth in; except she needs his teeth and his mouth for now.
“I’m teaching you a lesson, you know,” he drawls, and moves one hand to grip her hair at the back of her head and tug downwards, exposing her neck. “It’s what professors do…”
“You’re not a professor,” she pants out after feeling his mouth on her skin. “You’re just…an annoying…teacher assistant…who--”
“Less compliments, Haruno,” he interrupts, a bite to her pulse point. “This is class time. Only answer when you’re asked a question.”
“Will…this count in my grade?” she can’t help but tease back, because hell, what can you do when the guy that’s annoyed you for one entire year during Biochem with his teachings is now pressed against your very much naked body and insisting that you repeat the names of the bones he is touching, or else he will cease to touch you? You fight back fire with fire. “Because you haven’t been my professor for two years now, and--”
“Woman, will you be quiet,” he interrupts, again, and tugs at her earlobe with his teeth. When she shudders and clamps her mouth shut, his mouth pulls up into a very pleased smile. “This is why I don’t go for girls my age.”
“I though it was because--”
“I’ll pull away.”
“Fuck you!” she spats back, and digs her heels into his ass, pushing him further up inside. “We’ve been over foreplay for the past hour and a half, Nara. Either you fuck me hard, or I will stop playing these games with you. For good.”
Shikamaru sighs, and lifts himself up slightly until his face hovers above hers. “You always threaten with that,” he says, and snaps his hips up.
Sakura arches and moans out all the bones in the human arm, from the shoulder down to the fingers, laughing breathlessly between each movement he makes. “It’s the only way to get you to do some work, anyway,” she murmurs into the corner of his mouth, and uses her training in jujitsu to turn them over. Sinking down on him, she smirks and flicks one nipple with her fingernail. “Your turn. The periodic table, starting from noble gases.”
“No order whatsoever,” he complains, and gripping her hips, he starts reciting, perfectly, and pulling her down after each element. By Rubidium, she loses track, and when he moves on to the rare earth metals, she loses the ability to talk, too.
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