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Temari 5
"Move it."

He muttered under his breath-- which she chose to ignored-- but actually finally continued on. For the most part, Temari was no longer in the mood, but didn't tell him to stop. She was too stubborn, and she was determined to see this through to the end now, now that she'd had to fight so hard to get there. She would have liked to say that it was the most uneventful sex of her life, but given her career lately, that was a difficult moniker to live up to. Still, it definitely came close.

Lots of grunting and half-hearted moans later, the pair were getting dressed again, Temari in her pajamas after a quick shower, and him in his clothes. There was no cuddling, no prospect of waking up in the morning. Thankfully. When she was sure that he had everything, because she didn't want any turn backs, she escorted him swiftly to the door, and stood there expectantly as he hesitated on the threshold. She didn't say goodbye or wish him a goodnight. Instead, she just stared.

"You know, I really wish you'd have let me film i--"

"Go!" But he didn't have much choice. The door slammed in his face, and Temari stalked off to seek refuge in a half-pint of ice cream and bad night time television.