Hello, 505 here again.

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Chapter 2.

Sakura drifted into consciousness feeling slightly disoriented. She thought she was at home, but her mattress had become hard and muscular, and while still being extremely comfortable, it was unfamiliar. The smell had also changed. It smelled of smoke and wood and peppermint and…earth? It smelled really good, and slightly familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.

Sakura cracked open an eye and blearily looked up. Her mattress had become Shikamaru. So that's where the smell was from, she thought.

"You smell good," she muttered sleepily, closing her eyes again.

A second later her eyes popped open, all sleepiness gone, to find Shikamaru staring down at her with an amused look on his face.

"Good morning," he smirked slightly. "Sleep well?"

"Shikamaru? What the hell are you doing here?" Sakura cried, jumping off of him. Franticly she searched her memories for any clues, but the last thing she remembered clearly was being carried home.

"It's not like I had much of a choice, you know. You literally wouldn't let me go," Shikamaru said, looking a little annoyed. "Troublesome woman."

"Oh," Sakura blushed and glanced down, noting that she was still wearing her dress. "And we didn't, um, you know—"

"Do anything?" Shikamaru looked amused again. "Well not unless you count you trying to rape me repeatedly throughout the night…" Sakura looked aghast.

"I did not!" She said, putting her fists on her hips in a gesture that would normally have been threatening, but only made her look adorable, what with her party dress and bed head. Shikamaru put his hands up defensively anyway. Even a cute Sakura was a potentially dangerous one when angry.

"Kidding, kidding," he admitted, sitting up. "Only slight sexual harassment when you asked me to stay."

Sakura blushed bright red. She had asked him to stay? She had sexually harassed him while asking him to stay? The memory slowly came back, and Sakura gasped and hid her face in her hands.

"Oh my god how embarrassing I'm so sorry," she said, her words muffled by her hands.

"I'd be lying if I said I hated it," she heard Shikamaru say. Sakura peeked through her fingers to find him smirking at her. "It's not very often I get propositioned by someone as attractive as you."

Sakura stared at him in shock. Was he hitting on her? Since when did Shikamaru hit on people?

"Psh," she finally said. "It's not very often you get propositioned at all, I bet." Shikamaru chuckled, the deep sound making her stomach tingle, and stood up.

"Touché. So now that you're finally off of me, I should probably go, I guess." Sakura frowned.

"Now? Like that?" Shikamaru was, after all, still dressed in last nights clothes. Clothes he had danced in and sweated in and slept in. That sort of thing was okay in missions and when you weren't leaving your house in the near future, but not otherwise. "Gross."

"I thought you said I smelled good?" Shikamaru smirked at her again.

"T-that's not, I mean, you—ugh," Sakura stuttered, her face on fire. She took a deep, calming breath and continued. "Do you want to stay for breakfast? You can shower and stuff, I probably have some of the boys' clothes lying around that would fit you."

Shikamaru blinked at her, amused, then shrugged. "Sure, if it's no bother."

"It's not," Sakura assured him, smiling cheekily. "As long as you do the cooking." Shikamaru raised an eyebrow.

"What makes you think I can cook?" He asked, the smirk back in full force. Sakura rolled her eyes.

"Did you forget that Ino is my best friend? And the worst gossip in Konoha? If she knows, everybody knows."

"Troublesome," Shikamaru said, through the smile was still there. "I guess I'm cooking then. You gonna shower first?"

"Yup," Sakura called, already on her way to the bathroom. "Help yourself to whatever's in the kitchen."

"Will do," Shikamaru answered, heading towards the kitchen.

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

"Bathroom's free," Sakura walked into the kitchen, nose first. "That smells delicious. What is it?"

"Mushroom ratatouille omelet," Shikamaru answered. "I'm frying potatoes on the side, and I took the bacon out in case you wanted some."

"Oh hell yes. This is awesome!" Sakura grinned, moving closer. Shikamaru glanced at her and almost choked. Sakura was wearing a light green tank top and the shortest shorts he had ever seen her in. They made her legs go on for miles and from where he was standing, emphasized the curve of her ass quite nicely. It was… Sexy, not a word he would have normally used on the super strong kunoichi. He swallowed nervously. A cold shower would definitely be in order.

"Then can you put it on while I'm in the shower? And keep an eye on the rest, it should be done in five."

"'Kay," Sakura said, smiling up at him as she took his place, and accidentally giving him a good look at her cleavage.

Yup, cold shower, Shikamaru thought as he headed towards the bathroom.

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

About four minutes later, just as Sakura was about to turn the heat down and get Shikamaru some clothes, her front door slammed open.

"You alive, Forehead?" Ino called as she sauntered in. Sakura straightened from the defensive posture she had immediately taken.

"Are you crazy, Pig? I could have killed you! What happened to knocking?" She cried, lowering the flame.

"Chill, girl. I just wanted to make sure you got home okay last night. And you left your door unlocked. Ooh, that smells good." Ino said, leaning on the counter beside her. "So what's with the buffet? Get a ton of exercise last night?" She raised an eyebrow and smirked suggestively.

Sakura blushed, about to deny it, when Shikamaru came strolling into the kitchen, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Hey, where did you say those clothes were—" He cut off as soon as he saw Ino staring wide eyed at him from next to a blushing Sakura. Shit. He knew that look.

"OH. MY. GOD. YOU SLEPT WITH SHIKAMARU?" Ino squealed at the top of her voice, her head turning to Sakura so fast he was surprised she didn't get whiplash.

"No I didn't!" Sakura cried, her blush even brighter, "This isn't what it looks like!"

"That's crazy, I mean I thought the bum was too lazy to even get an erection," Ino continued, to the discomfort of both other occupants of the room.

"Ino," Shikamaru said, a pained expression on his face. They were discussing his manhood while he was standing there in nothing but a towel, for god's sake.

"And I never would have expected this from you, Forehead," she continued, ignoring him, "I mean, little prudish Sakura having a one night stand? Brilliant!"

"I'm not a prude, and that's not what happened," Sakura snapped, her fury covering her embarrassment for a moment. Ino laughed.

"Hey, hey, don't get mad. It's normal for people in their twenties to have a fling or two. Anyways, I'm probably disturbing you, so imma run. See you later!And don't forget to use protection!" She laughed, and was out the door in a second, leaving Sakura and Shikamaru feeling like a tornado had just blown through.

"Well, that was just stupid," Shikamaru sighed.

"You do realize that everyone's going to know about this in an hour, right?" Sakura responded, turning back to the food, which was miraculously unharmed.

"Troublesome," Shikamaru said, moving up next to her. "That looks ready. Where do you keep the plates?"

"Does it not bother you that everyone is going to think we're fuck buddies or something?" Sakura demanded, turning to face him. Suddenly she was very aware that Shikamaru was still only wearing a towel, and that his half naked body was less than two feel away from her. Her breath caught in her throat, and the tension that suddenly rose between them was palpable.

Had she mentioned how sexy Shikamaru was? Or how much she wanted to run her hands down his bare chest? To lick it, even, and then follow the fine trail of hair that started at his bellybutton down, below his towel, with her mouth. Because, damn, did she want to. And his hair was untied, wet from the shower. She had never seen him with his hair down before. God, it was maddeningly sexy. Just like him. Heat pooled in her stomach.

Shikamaru's eyelids dropped to half mast as he watched the girl in front of him eat him with her eyes. Damn, that was hot. He felt his lower body responding despite the cold shower he had just stepped out of.

"No point in worrying about what I can't change," He said, his voice coming out rough and deep, practically a growl. The way she was biting her lip while staring at him made him want to suck it into his mouth and kiss her until she moaned. It probably wouldn't take that much, he thought, unconsciously taking a step forward.

Sakura gasped and glanced up, catching his eye. The way he was looking at her right now was almost feral, and the blazing heat hidden in his usually stoic eyes made the heat in her stomach move lower.

"Shika," she managed, and then his mouth was on hers, pressing, sucking, biting until she responded, and then their tongues were battling for dominance, and while Sakura was putting up a good fight, Shikamaru was winning, and Sakura didn't care because it felt good, so she opened her mouth for more and put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

Shikamaru groaned and pressed her harder against the counter, and when she squirmed in discomfort he grabbed her ass and lifted her, pulling their bodies as close as possible. Sakura wrapped her legs around his waist and fisted one hand in his hair, the other on his shoulder, holding her up. Her nails were leaving scratch marks on his back so Shikamaru fisted one hand in her hair and pulled, moving his mouth down her throat. But these weren't the sweet kissed he had envisioned last night but hard love bites that left her gasping and squirming.

"Sh-shika!" Sakura moaned, pulling his face back up to hers to kiss him again, harder.

"What," he growled, kissing her back, leaving her no room to speak.

"T-the food," she panted when he finally let her up for air. Sure enough, something smelled burnt.

"Right," Shikamaru breathed, pulling back a bit. They stared at each other for a second, wondering how to proceed. Both were flushed and breathing heavy, their hair looking like they had just had sex, and in Sakura's case, her clothing all awry. "Plates," Shikamaru finally said, moving away from Sakura so she could get down from the counter.

"I-I should go get you some clothes," she squeaked, running out of the room.

"Right," Shikamaru said, willing his erection away and turning to the stove to check the damage.

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

Surprisingly, everything but a few pieces of bacon was fine, and once Shikamaru was dressed, they were able to sit down and eat.

"So, um, how's life and stuff?" Sakura asked, trying to break the awkward silence that had formed between them. Shikamaru glanced at her.

"Fine," he said between bites.

"And work?"

"Fine."

"Anything interesting happen lately?"

"Not really."

"Damn it, are you really going to be like this?" Sakura exploded, glaring at him.

"Like what?" Shikamaru was trying his best not to smile.

"All awkward with the one word answers and shit," Sakura snapped. Battle lost.

"I'm always like this," Shikamaru smirked.

"Fine." Sakura stabbed her fork into her omelet. Shikamaru sighed.

"Troublesome woman. What do you want from me?"

"I don't know," Sakura said. "I've never done anything like this. How am I supposed to react?"

"Sakura," Shikamaru laughed, "how should I know? This is a first for me too." Sakura glanced up at him.

"Really?"

"Uh, yeah. Shouldn't that be obvious?"

"It kinda seems like you're used to this, actually."

"Well I'm not," Shikamaru snorted. "Women are waaay too troublesome for me."

"Well excuse me for being so troublesome," Sakura smiled slightly.

"Eh, you're not that bad."

"Better than Ino?" Sakura raised an eyebrow.

"Definitely better than Ino," Shikamaru smirked.

"Okay, I'll take it. So what do we do now?" He shrugged and looked at her.

"Do we have to do anything?" Sakura considered for a moment.

"I guess not," she smiled, relieved. They finished eating in comfortable silence, and then cleaned up.

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

"Thanks for breakfast," Shikamaru said, slipping on his shoes.

"You made it," Sakura reminded him, grinning. "You can thank me for the shower, though."

"That, then," Shikamaru smirked. "And everything else, too." Sakura immediately caught his meaning.

"That's not really something I want to be thanked for," she blushed. "I'm sorry for making you stay."

"Hey, it wasn't all bad," Shikamaru teased her. "You did make it worth my while." Sakura raised an eyebrow.

"Did I now? By my recollection, you instigated it both times, and therefore, it was up to you to make it worth my while. "

"Didn't I?" Shikamaru grinned, making Sakura's stomach flip.

"How's that?" Sakura smirked back.

"Well, there were my magnificent kissing skills," he said, keeping a straight face .

"That good, huh?"

"Well you seemed to think so at the time," Shikamaru's lips curled up as he remembered exactly how much she had been enjoying it.

"Conceited idiot," Sakura laughed.

"Mmm," Shikamaru smirked. "Anything else?"

"I did get a nice look at your half naked body when you came into the kitchen," she conceded.

"Enjoyed the view?" Shikamaru's smirk grew wider.

"Oh yeah," she grinned.

"Then I guess we're even."

"Even," Sakura agreed. "And for the record, you should wear your hair down more often."

"I'll remember that," he chuckled. "In the meantime," he leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss that was short, soft, and sweet. "Something to remember me by."

He grinned and was out her door and halfway down the stairs before Sakura reacted.

"YOU JERK!" She called after him. Shikamaru raised his hand, signaling that he'd heard her, and kept walking. "I'd have remembered anyway," she whispered to herself, sinking to the floor to hide her blushing face in her knees.

/505

done! I know it's a lot shorter than the first one but that seemed like a good place to stop, so...

and I've officially got the writing bug for this story, so it's def not done yet :-D

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