This came to me on a plane. I don't own Naruto… /sniff/ Oh, or play-doh.

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~ Airplane Play-Doh ~

Shikamaru looked out the window at the clouds below. He felt like a bird among the clouds. A really slow, loud bird, the kind of bird Naruto would be. How troublesome.

Shikamaru turned to the seat beside him, looking at the blonde there playing with white play-doh on her tray. They were 18 and yet she insisted it was the best way to occupy herself. He watched as Temari stuck her tongue out a little in concentration. He shook his head. Luckily there was no one next to them, so only Shikamaru was bothered by the smell. He sure as hell was bothered by the smell.

He wrinkled his nose, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes. Just as he was sure he was dozing off, he got poked in the shoulder.

Just ignore it…

Poke.

Close your eyes tighter.

Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke.

"What?!" Shikamaru's eyes flew open. "Why must you be so troublesome?"

Temari ignored the insult and held up the white fan for him to see. The fan drooped a little. Temari scowled at it.

"I wish this dough would dry."

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow at her, closing his eyes again. He couldn't stop the small smile that tugged at his lips as he thought of her and her "art."

He felt her shift next to him and his eyebrows scrunched together. He was determined to ignore the troublesome woman this time.

"Are you smiling?" Temari had a playful tone.

Woman…

"Wipe that smile off your face or I'll do it!" she still sounded playful.

Shikamaru almost sighed. Temari was so quirky… and troublesome.

'His eyes are still closed, he doesn't suspect a thing!' Temari thought, mentally laughing like an evil mastermind. Now all she needed was a black leather chair to sit in while she diabolically stroked her fluffy white cat.

She leaned forward and drew her tongue across his lips. His eyes burst open, narrowing on her.

"I told you I'd wipe it off," Temari gave her signature toothy grin that only lasted a moment, her eyes closed.

When they opened again it was to find Shikamaru's face in hers. Their lips crashed and eyes closed. Temari was so filled with pleasure her grip on her gooshy white fan tightened, destroying it. But she really didn't care right then.

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