Characters: Shikamaru, Temari
Summary: Shikamaru will just go with the flow, and Temari's perfectly alright with that.
Pairings: ShikaTema
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
It becomes obvious to everyone what Sabaku no Temari's intentions for Nara Shikamaru are fairly early on, and unlike most oblivious men, Shikamaru is not the last to know. He likes to think that he is a bit—or rather, much—smarter than that.
"Good afternoon, Temari-san," Shikamaru greets her lazily on the hill carpeted with swaying dandelions—their heads are still butter yellow, well, at least mostly; there are a few that have decided to become faux cotton balls a little early. For her sake, he musters up the energy to smile; more of a smirk, really.
Temari doesn't answer him at first. She sweeps her long black skirt beneath her in a feminine gesture that seems incongruous with what Shikamaru knows of her as she sits down—as far as he's concerned, Temari is anything but feminine.
Almost negligently, she plucks one of the woolly dandelions up from the grass and puckers her lips to blow, before Temari tips her head back in a way that Shikamaru has to admit is full of leonine grace, her eyes half closed against the summer sunlight.
"Okay, Shikamaru, here's how it goes."
Ah. This is what he's been waiting for. So she's gotten round to it at last. Shikamaru was beginning to get impatient, of course completely unaware that maybe, just maybe, Temari was trying to be a lady for once and let him make the first move.
Green eyes full of fierce determination turn on him. "I have made reservations for two at Ritsuko's—" a new and very swanky restaurant "—at six thirty, and you will be there. You will dress appropriately for the occasion and you will display proper table manners. Got it?"
Shikamaru restrains a lazy laugh. So this is Temari's idea of asking him out on a date.
"Sure thing, Temari. Be my pleasure."
Her eyes dance as Temari smiles widely. "Good." She leans down for their lips to briefly lock. Shikamaru decides that it is definitely a good day to be alive.
"And Shikamaru? Don't be late."
She walks off, and Shikamaru continues his afternoon of cloud watching, trying not to see more, ahem, pleasurable shapes in the clouds.
Who says going with the flow is a bad thing?