This was fun to type. Almost a epilogue to "Happy Birthday, Shika Kun", being as Ino's birthday is the day after Shikamaru's. 8D Plus, this was extremely short, and I didn't need to worry too much about the content…I guess...
So, happy birthday, Ino! You and Shikamaru are now both 22 years old! Revel in it!
Ino opened her eyes slowly, her vision blurry. She closed them again, wanting to go back to sleep, but then opened them when she remembered that she had things to do. She focused her eyes on something in the distance, a shirt, and waited for her vision to become clear. After her body finally gave up on sleeping, she realized that the shirt was not hers—shock finally settled in after confusion once noticing that the room was not even hers.
She flipped over in her—or someone else's, Ino didn't know—bed, analyzing the room. She relaxed when she saw Shikamaru, resting beside her. A small smile grew on her face, her pulse quickening a bit when the memories of yesterday seeped into her head. Her hand unconsciously ran up the white sheets, up to Shikamaru's chest, and stopped there. She lifted her head a little, resting it on his bare chest, her hand underneath her cheek. She closed her eyes again, content. She breathed slowly, in and out, trying to calm her heart, listening to the even beat of Shikamaru's.
Unexpectedly, she felt a warm hand on her back, fingers brushing her long locks of hair from her shoulders. Ino opened her eyes again, to find Shikamaru's own eyes staring into hers. He lips were tugging upwards, a smile warming his features. The long, rough fingers on her back traced a small circle in-between her shoulder blades.
"Happy birthday, Ino," Shikamaru said after a long moment, voice low and unintentionally seductive.
Ino smiled also, pressing her lips against his chest. She lifted her arm, wrapping it around his waist, pressing her body closer to his underneath the sheets. "Damn right," She whispered.