Title: Potato Chips and Butterflies
Author: Snow Tigra
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Shikamaru/Chouji
Summary: Really just a fluffy little drabble type thing from Shikamaru's POV. Just felt the need to write.
Potato chips and butterflies.
In the world there couldn't be a stranger combination. Greasy potato chips that came in a large bag mostly full of air with the salty and delightfully tasteless chips halfway crushed at the bottom. They never looked greasy, but by the time you got to the bottom your fingers were covered with grease and you could feel the aftertaste clinging to your mouth, the salt causing you to crave more even if you knew that they weren't good for you.
Potato chips were supposed to be a snack, something eaten perhaps every once in a blue moon or when just the right foods were served for dinner that there was a place for something with their particular taste. But they weren't something that was supposed to be eaten every day.
And when he thought about it, it probably wasn't completely because of how unhealthy they were supposed to be, because nearly everything is unhealthy when served up in the right proportions. On the contrary, potato chips were unhealthy because they were addictive.
Horribly addictive.
He knew from personal experience how addictive they could be. Not just the chip itself, but also the salty aftertaste which lingered in a person's mouth when you kissed them. The taste lingering across their lips, over their tongue and clinging to the roof of their mouth, tempting you to taste more and perhaps become addicted to that mouth, just as you would the chips.
Greasy fingers weren't really that much of a problem and were easy forgotten in such an act, and they tasted almost better, leaving a salty taste in your own mouth from the grease and sweat. Enticing to the last lick and probably thousands of times more addictive then just the chips themselves.
Chouji always tasted like potato chips.
Shikamaru couldn't help but smirk, knowing that he'd never liked potato chips until he'd tasted them on Chouji's fingers and in his mouth. Then suddenly, nothing tasted better to him.