Hello, and welcome to my drabble like things that will purely be dialogue between our dear Sakura and Shikamaru, some of them (like this first chapter) may have a little paragraph, but most as I said before will be pure dialogue. This is also my first post ever, so things may go choppy...but enjoy.

this might be a little OC

"Let's have sex."

"Where's this coming from?"

"Forget it."

"Is it you trying to get over him?"

"I said forget it."

"Ino told me something."

"Ino tells a lot of people a lot of things."

"She said you're a virgin."

"I'm glad you have interest in my sex life, Shikamaru."

"I didn't ask her. It was just her talking and me unfortunately being there. But is that what this is about Sakura?"

"No."

"Sakura."

"Yes. Yes! Okay?!"

"You were waiting for him."

"Are you going to turn this into a lecture? I told you just to forget it okay!"

"Let's do it."

"What?"

"Let's have sex."

"Oh. Um. Yeah."

"Sakura."

"Shikamaru."

"Did you want to go inside? Or would you like to..."

"Let's err. Inside. Are your parents home?"

"No. Cmon. Let's go."

"Shikamaru?"

"Hm?"

"What happened to her?"

"She didn't want the same things."

"What did-"

"I don't think this is the right conversation to have before sex."

"Oh. I'm so-"

"Come here."

"I uh."

"Come here Sakura."

"Right."

"No Sakura. Come to me. Don't be troublesome."

"You smell good."

"Unlike some blonde knucklehead I know how to bathe."

"You should be very proud of that."

"Sakura you're so beautiful."

"..."

"He never told you that did he?"

"Not once."

"Tch. Figures. So tell me what do you want?"

"What do I...want?"

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you."

"Oh no. I'm gonna need a lot more than that."

"I want you to touch me."

"Where?"

"Everywhere."

"And?"

"Kiss me."

"Where?"

"Everywhere."

"And?"

"Make love to me."

"Come closer and I can make you feel loved for the whole night."

—

Sakura groans as the light hits her eyelids. She shifts a little so the rays of the sun no longer hit her, letting her eyes flutter open. She's warm, she feels warm, strong arms circled around her waist, warm breath fanning her neck and a warm body pressed against her back. Cinnamon. That's what he smells like, and faintly of cigarettes. She likes it. She looks over, he looks so peaceful, he looks beautiful, and looking at him the warm feeling fills her heart. One of his eyelids open, a lazy grin on his face. And in a low whisper he utters:

"I can also make you feel loved for the rest of your life."

I hope you enjoyed