A/N: I can't believe I actually forgot to put a disclaimer for this story! So, here goes: Naruto is fully owned by Masashi Kishimoto. I just borrowed Shikamaru and Ino for fun.

And so sorry for posting this chapter so late!

Sin 6: Sloth

"Uh, Ino?"

"Hmm?"

"Aren't you cold?"

"No. Why?"

"You're doing this on purpose, right?"

"Do what?"

"Walking around half-naked."

"Now why would I do that?"

"Err…trying to make me late?"

"But why are you going to be late?"

He failed to answer.

"Ah…" She smiled knowingly. "I didn't know you're such a pervert, Shikamaru. You said so yourself that any guy wouldn't be tempted with me like this."

"But I'm not just any guy. I'm your husband. And you know that I'm very much attracted to you even though you're as big as a circus tent."

She blinked. "Excuse me?"

Uh-oh. "I mean, even if you don't look at your best."

"No, no. I think I heard 'circus tent'?"

"You heard wrong." Troublesome…

"Do you seriously think I'm that fat?"

Take back your words, stupid, take them back! "No! You just look…very pregnant."

Her eyes narrowed.

"But that's not a problem! You're still beautiful! Still turns me on! That's why you shouldn't walk around looking like that!"

Silence, then…a smile.

Safe…

"But it's just so hot!" She fanned herself with her hand. "I don't feel like wearing clothes."

He sweatdropped. "Okay. Just…put on some underwear then."

"Nah…" She shrugged then eyed him up and down. "Aren't you hot?"

Oh, yeah, he was hot. His clothes were such a bitch in summer. But that was not the reason.

"I would be if you keep on dressing like that."

"But this is just a towel! It's not like I'm fully naked!"

"Still." He eyed her as well with interest flickered in his dark eyes, from the spot where the towel hit at mid-thigh and down her smooth, long legs. "It's tempting."

"You really are a pervert."

"It's your fault."

She gave him the dirtiest look she could muster.

"It's true. Now can you please put some clothes on?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because it's summer, dummy! I'm going to sweat, my clothes are going to get soaked, and then I have to change, and that means more laundry. So there's no need to wear clothes, or anything, simple as that."

"But what if…people come to visit? Would you greet them in your towel?"

"Well, of course not! What do you think I am? A desperate housewife?"

"Could you just change for my mental sake?"

She gave him a final glare. "Oh, fine! Finish your breakfast."

She appeared a moment later, and at the sight of her, he choked and launched into a coughing fit.

"Are – cough – you – cough – trying – cough cough – to kill me?!"

"What now?"

He pointed at what she was wearing. "That's not considered as clothes!" It was made of silk and had a bit of lace, short, and the dark color made her fair skin glow. She wasn't wearing anything underneath and it was proven with the two distinct points in front of her chest and a great amount of cleavage.

"Oh, please…" She rolled her eyes and took a seat in front of him. "This is a robe."

No, it wasn't. It was a sex outfit.

"Tch. I know that." God, it was very hard not to stare. He felt like a teenager again and somehow it felt wrong, even if she was his wife and he had every right to do so.

But the view down her neck was very nice, in fact, real nice, especially when she sort of bent over to reach for something across the table…

He got a face full of boobs.

"I'm a pervert." He admitted, sighing. "And I'm really horny right now."

"Troublesome…" She said mockingly with a smile.

He looked around. "We never do it in the kitchen, right?"

"I don't want it to be messy."

"Says the person who dragged me to have sex in the mud before."

"You make it sound like it was really dirty. It was raining!"

"Do you still want an innocent kitchen? I don't."

"Shikamaru, finish your breakfast."

"I'll eat if off your body."

"Tsunade-sama will be mad at you if you're late."

"I'm one of her favorites. I'll get away easily."

"The table can't handle my weight."

"We'll do it against the wall."

"I'm pregnant. Very, very pregnant."

"Like it's a problem. We did it so many times already."

"I'm not in the mood."

"Liar. You're always in the mood."

"But I don't want to do it in the kitchen!"

"I'm too lazy to move somewhere else."

"Then let's not do it at all."

He grabbed her wrist. "Too late. I've made up my mind."

She stared at him in horror, recognizing the heated look in his eyes.

He leaned into her.

"Okay, fine!" She yelled, pulled her wrist away and stood. "FINE! I'll change into real clothes if that's what you want!"

He laughed, shaking his head as he turned his attention back to his meal.

Reverse psychology always worked. Genius.

'Cause we all like smexy Shika. lol.