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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For the fifth time that day, Shikamaru remembered just why he preferred it when Temari came to visit him. It was far less trouble, required far less traveling, and there was no sand.
Damned sand… always getting everywhere.
"Hey Crybaby, get down here!"
"Yeah, yeah." And then there was that reason. Damned bossy woman. Shikamaru made his way down from the small guest room he was borrowing from Temari and into the pale blue kitchen.
Pale… like the sky here, completely devoid of clouds.
Damned village…
A plate was shoved in front of him and his pushy host flopped down in her own seat, eyeing him dangerously.
"What?"
"Eat."
Shikamaru poked at the omelet.
Alright… maybe visiting Sand wasn't quite so troublesome after all…
Right…
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