Author's Notes: This is a songfic based on the song by Take That – Back for good. I have to warn you guys that there might be some drama on later chapters. Also, I don't plan to make this fiction very long so it will be about 5 or 6 chapters. Kind of like my She will be loved fiction.

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter one: In the beginning…

I guess now it's time for me to give up
I feel it's time
Got a picture of you beside me
Got your lipstick mark still on your coffee cup

"Oh, look! A shooting star. Isn't it beautiful?"

Her voice was filled with emotion. Her voluptuous lips curved up, beaming into a bright smile. Brighter that the star itself. Her hair was flowing slowly in the wind, kissed gently by the warm Summer breeze. Her eyes were glistening with happiness. It was perfect.

She was perfect.

"Yes. Absolutely stunning."

He wasn't nearly looking at the sky. The object of his adoration stood a mere foot from him, yet just out of his reach. His dark brown eyes had never let sight of her the whole night. If he ever dared look the other way, they were immediately drawn to her the next instant. She had him wrapped around her little finger and, annoyingly enough, she wasn't even aware of it.

Nara Shikamaru, the Government's strategist, was not a man for romance. But the mere sight of her perfect blue eyes, plus the way her blond strands caressed her face in the pale light of the night sky, made him want to declare his undying love for the woman.

How silly. Hadn't he always made fun of those poor idiots who bought their love flowers and candy? Hadn't he ungracefully snorted just by hearing a man sigh from love once?

Yes. He had. But that didn't keep him from swooning over the blonde at his side. His hand made an unexpected twitch. How he wanted to hold her.

"Shall we go inside?"

Her voice was like chocolate. No, wait. Honey. It was delicious and he wanted to hear her speak forever at his side.

Shikamaru swallowed a chuckle. Hadn't he become the hopeless romantic. He blamed it all on her. Yamanaka Ino. He had met her only one month ago and already he was feeling like mush whenever she looked at him.

She was at his office. Her suit looked perfect on her. Professional, yet sexy. She was there for an interview.

"A job interview?" He remembers asking.

She smiled ever so lightly. "Not really…" The blond reached for her purse. "An interview for the daily Konoha…"

Shikamaru now chuckles at the remembrance, but at the time, the few chosen words spoken by him couldn't have left a very good impression on the lady. Ah, but what did he really knew about women?

She was there the next day, and the other after that. It happened for almost a month, until he finally succumbed to the long awaited interview, only to not answer most of her questions. But she was satisfied, or so it seemed, because the next day she wasn't there.

He remembered feeling something strange. A kind of feeling he hadn't felt before. Somewhere around his stomach. A mysterious loss of something.

He dismissed it almost immediately and went back to his daily affairs, but the saucy, persistent blonde just couldn't seem to wander off his head.

The next day a package was waiting on the top of the desk. A journal. The Daily Konoha to be more specific.

Wait.

Was that a dinner invitation next to a thank you note? It was. The man sure was lucky.

That had happened just the week before and now here he stood with the most beautiful woman in the world, just by his side.

"Earth to Nara Shikamaru: are you there? Shall we deploy the missiles sir?"

Her hand was waving rhythmically in front of his nose and her face had the most adoringly funny expression ever witnessed.

"Wha-…? Oh…" Shikamaru scratched his head uncomfortably. He had become lost in his reminiscence. "Sorry, I was just acknowledging how extremely beautiful you look tonight."

And it was true. Her long, low neck dress was glued to her in a way that her perfect forms seemed to be even more perfect, her hair was expertly trapped in a bun at the back of her head and the faint blush that now colored her cheeks was an adorable finishing touch.

"Thank you, I feel flattered…"

They stood in a "what should be awkward silence", but was not because, unexplainably, they felt just that good in each other's presence.

"Well, shall we go inside? I feel like dancing…"

Her words were almost whispered, but he nodded and led her inside the grand salon. A slow music was on.

It was the perfect opportunity.

Shikamaru smiled inwardly. He had never been one for love, but looking down at the perfect young lady by his arms, he felt like the luckiest man alive. He felt very much in love.

They started swaying gently with the song. His arms secured safely around her thin waist, hers around his strong neck. She could feel his heartbeat against her ear. He could smell roses in her hair.

Everything was so perfect.

He lifted her chin, ever so gently. He didn't need to utter a word. Her eyes were expectant, her heart seemed like it was about to explode.

When his lips neared hers, her legs faltered but she would not let herself fall. Her eyes closed and she moved closer.

His breath was warm, his touch was light.

When their lips met everything seemed to fade away. Shikamaru once thought that that was just a silly expression writers used to fill their reader's head with foolishness, but who knew that they could be right?

They were alone, or so it seemed. The world was theirs. His lips, her lips, that was all that was necessary.

It was a perfect night.

TBC