Food Play

By: Sneaky Cat

Disclaimer: Own Naruto? Heh... I wish...

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: Shikatemari

Warnings: OOCness, no plot, random sillyness, drabbles and suggestive uses of food.

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Temari had expected to find Shikamaru at home when she dropped by for her usual post-mission-completion pre-returning-home visit. What she did not expect was to find the man sitting near the kitchen stove, legs propped up on the table, a book in hand and a pot of… something… bubbling on the stove.

She smirked at the entertainingly domestic scene she was being presented with.

"Turning housewife on me?" she asked him, leaning her fan on the edge of the table and taking the chance to peak at the bubbling pot.

"Not my fault if I feel like eating something decent…" the lazy chuunin answered.

"I didn't know you could cook." Temari stated in response. Shikamaru smirked, finally looking up at her from his book.

"If there's one thing you learn from being Chouji's best friend, it's how to cook decently."

"Nice to see I finally have your attention," Temari grumped. "It's been awhile. And what exactly are you cooking anyway?"

"Clam Chowder. Troublesome, but not as troublesome as another meal…"

Temari raised an eyebrow.

"Clam Chowder?"

Shikamaru shrugged.

"It still needs to simmer for awhile."

An amused grin joined the raised eyebrow.

"Really."

Shikamaru's responding look was… intrigued… and assenting. Temari smirked.

"Then how about you give me a proper welcome."

Shikamaru's smirk echoed hers.

"Troublesome woman."

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That's it for now.