Naruto choked on her laughter as she stumbled to her front door, heavily leaning on Sasuke as she grasped blindly for her keys. Her entire view of the world was skewed, causing her to clumsily fall and trip at any given moment. Perhaps asking Kurama to shut down her alcohol tolerance was not the best idea, but Kiba had dared her and Naruto was never one to back down from a dare. So that was how she had ended up in this predicament: practically hanging onto Sasuke as he dragged her into her apartment.

The Uchiha, with his ever-present scowl growing deeper and deeper with every drunken giggle that spilled past her lips, rolled his eyes dramatically as he shifted the blond in his arms to grasp the keys from her pockets and open her door. This was not what he signed up for. He had spent the entirety of his day training by himself while his teammates were undoubtedly using their day off to slack off. It was only near dusk that Sasuke finally began to make his way home, only to unceremoniously be dragged into a bar as Naruto and Kiba unfortunately happened to walk by him.

The rest of his night was spent making sure Naruto didn't inadvertently give herself alcohol poisoning during the few hours that Kurama happened to be off duty. As the only one present with enough mind to not drink himself into a stupor, it was perhaps inevitable that Sasuke would find himself being the one forced to take care of an obnoxiously drunk Naruto. It didn't help that with every drink Naruto successfully chugged, Kiba had drunkenly ordered two more.

"Pssst, Sasuke," Naruto slurred, "You know you're kind of pretty when your not being an asocial jackass."

The Uchiha is question took a sharp breath. That's it. He was done. Naruto gasped as Sasuke threw her over his shoulder and strode into her apartment, dumping her onto her bed with a bit more force than necessary. The jonin deftly ignored the blonds adorable pout with an ease that came from years of practice, before walking around her bed and pulling the thin covers to cover her body. He took a deep sigh as he watched her ridiculously blue eyes flutter as the tendrils of sleep began to take hold of her.

"Sasuke," Naruto sleepily muttered, snuggling deeper into her covers as she called out to him.

Sasuke sighed, his eyes shutting as he attempted to reduce the incoming headache, "Yes, Dobe?"

"Thanks for bringing me home," she whispered, a sleepy smile overtaking her features.

Sasuke allowed a small smile to appear, knowing that Naruto was too drunk to remember it even if she could keep her eyes open, "You're welcome, Dobe."

"You're my best friend, you know that right?"

The Uchiha took a seat at the edge of her bed, his fingers softly brushing the hair off her forehead, "Yeah. Yeah I do."

Naruto grinned, "Okay. Good. Just wanted to make sure."

Sasuke bit back an uncharacteristic laugh, settling for a soft chuckle instead, "Why? Plan on replacing me anytime soon?"

The blond frowned, flipping over in bed to face him, "You're irreplaceable, Teme. Even- even if I did have someone, it won't change my friendship with you."

Sasuke scrunched up his nose, confusion masking his features, "Naruto, what are you talking about? Is there someone in your life that you're not telling me about?"

"What? N-no. I'm just saying, it won't change anything if I did."

"Naruto, what—"

"Sasuke," she interrupted, "just say that you know it won't change a thing."

Sasuke took a deep breath, "Yeah Naruto, I know."

"I love you, Teme."

"I know."

"This is where you say: I love you too, Naru-chan."

Sasuke rolled his eyes, "I love you too, Naru-chan."

"Good," Naruto nodded seriously, "You're a good man, Sasuke."

Sasuke continued to run his fingers through her hair, "You hand out a lot of compliments when you're drunk."

"Well, you know what they say: a wise man's words are a drunk man's thoughts. Wait-" Naruto stilled, scrunching her nose up in thought, "that doesn't sound right."

"Kami you really are drunk."

Naruto sent him a look as though to suggest that he was stupid, "Well duh. I'm still adorable though."

Sasuke really did manage to laugh this time. He was glad she wouldn't remember this conversation in the morning, but she just had a way of bringing out emotions in him that he wasn't aware had still existed, "Yeah Naruto, you really are."

Naruto grinned, "I knew it."

Sasuke waited until soft snores were his only reply. Once he was certain that the little blond was asleep, he reached over to help her shrug out of her oversized orange jacket. Fluffing her pillows and making sure that she was comfortable, he made his way out of the apartment.

Not before, however, he noticed the great blue splotch that stained her tan neck. His eyes briefly flashed red before he took a deep breath and forcibly calmed himself down. Once she was awake and sober, they were going to exchange some words. Naruto was hiding something—more like someone—from him, and he was going to find out who.

Shikamaru waited until the Uchiha faded from view before he stepped out of the shadows he was pressed up against. Slowly he plucked the cigarette from his mouth, exhaling softly as the smoke curled out of his lips. Naruto didn't show up to his apartment, so the Nara assumed, quite correctly, that she must have gotten drunk again on a dare and had to be brought home. So with that in mind, he waited across the street from her building until Sasuke exited her home and disappeared into the night.

Shikamaru strolled into her building, his hands shoved into his pockets nonchalantly, quickly climbing the stairs and using the spare key she had given him to enter the apartment. A small smile grew as he took in the sight that awaited him. Naruto, Shikamaru had come to learn, was ridiculously hot and attractive. But like this, sprawled out on her bed and slightly drooling, she was too adorable to even begin to describe. The Nara groaned, running a hand down his face in exasperation. Great. Just great. Naruto was slowly turning him into a sap.

Approaching her, the first thing he noticed was the tan skin of her arm as she groaned and shuffled in bed. Meaning that at some point, Sasuke must have taken her usual horrendous jacket off of her. Shikamaru swallowed down his immediate, and obviously irrational flash of something that he will not dwell on for the time being, to realize that this also meant that he must have seen the hickey he left her only the night before. While this wasn't exactly their plan, Shikamaru could work with this. There wasn't anything they could do for now, not until the next day at least, so with a sigh and a soft goodnight, he left her bedroom and made her way over to her couch, where a stack of paperwork he had left on her coffee table was just waiting for him. This was going to be a long night.

Naruto immediately regretted opening up her eyes as a small ray of light blinded her vision and resulted in a pounding headache. With a wince she sat up, her parched throat crying for water. Climbing out of bed, she slowly trudged her way to the kitchen, her arms covering her face in an attempt to block out the light that filtered through the windows.

It was why she practically jumped a meter into the air when a deep voice called out, "Good morning, Naru-chan."

Removing the appendages that blocked her sight, Naruto winced as she took in the amused countenance of her fake paramour as he sat on her kitchen counter, lazily flipping through a book as a smirk crept onto his face.

"Shikamaru? What—" Naruto swallowed thickly, "What happened last night?"

The Nara showed the girl a bit of mercy, hopping off the counter and handing her a cool glass of water that she hurriedly swallowed, "From what I understand, you fell for another one of Kiba's ridiculous drinking bets, and after asking Kurama to turn off your alcohol tolerance, you proceeded to get black out drunk."

Naruto chuckled nervously, "That… tracks from what I remember. Who brought me home?"

"Sasuke," Shikamaru answered, tinkering about her kitchen while preparing a dry toast for her to consume. The Uzumaki tried to ignore the fact that Shikamaru seemed to look quite at home in her apartment, almost as though he actually belonged here. It was quite domestic even.

Naruto tilted her head in confusion, "Sasuke, really?"

The Nara nodded, "I saw him leaving your apartment late night when you didn't come back to my place."

"He didn't see you, did he?" She questioned, taking a tentative bite out of the toast he placed in front of her.

Shikamaru shook his head, "No. But he definitely knows that you have a boyfriend by now."

Naruto frowned, "What? How?"

Shikamaru smirked, nodding his head towards her bare neck, "You weren't wearing a jacket when I came in, I assumed Sasuke took it off of you so that you would sleep comfortably. There is no way he missed a hickey that noticeable."

Naruto blushed deeply, trying to force herself to have a nonchalant tone, "So? What now?"

"Now we wait."

"We wait?"

"We don't know what Sasuke will do, but something tells me that he'll try to interrogate you. You'll lie, quite badly may I add, so he'll come to the conclusion that you are hiding a man from him. When the news inevitably breaks that we're together, Sasuke's knowledge on the fact will be an added bonus needed to sell the ploy."

Naruto groaned, "Kami, he's going to make practice today unbearable, isn't he?"

Shikamaru had the decency to appear apologetic, "Probably."

"This sucks," Naruto pouted, shoveling the rest of the toast in her mouth as Kurama forced her alcohol induced nausea to recede.

"If it helps you feel better," Shikamaru spoke, "I bet that it won't be nearly as uncomfortable as the conversation I had yesterday with Neji."

"You had a conversation with Neji yesterday? What about?"

"You."

Naruto choked on the water she was sipping, "Me?! What about me?"

"Apparently you let it slip that you have been seeing me outside of a professional capacity."

Naruto ignored the smirk that grew on his face, "It wasn't that obvious. There is no way that it was that obvious. I know that I'm a bad liar but come on even I'm not that obvious."

Shikamaru shrugged, his knowing smirk never slipping from his features,"Apparently it was obvious enough for him to confront me about it."

Naruto growled, pink tainting her cheeks, "Why didn't he just speak to me?"

The Nara paused, "He seemed to want to warn me."

"Warn you?" She deadpanned.

"Yes."

"About?"

Shikamaru sighed, "About breaking your heart. There were quite a few threats mixed in there, but I'm sure you get the point."

Naruto blinked, "Why would he threaten you? What does my relationship with you have anything to do with him?"

Shikamaru stilled, his dark eyes peering deeply into her confused blue. She really didn't know. The Nara couldn't help but let out a small chuckle of disbelief, "Don't even worry about it."

Uzumaki scowled, "Why do you look so amused? I know that look on your face! That's your 'I can't believe how many morons surround me on a daily basis' face! What did I not know, that you just so happen to notice?"

Shikamaru tilted his head to the side, his words coming out in a slow lazy drawl, "We really have been spending quite a lot of time together, haven't we?"

Naruto ignored his tone, that drawl always seemed to make her stomach clench in an odd way, and she needed to keep her wits about her if she were to beat the master strategist in a battle of words, "Don't you dare switch the topic, Shika. Why would Neji care about our relationship?"

Shikamaru shrugged, a careful look of indifference gracing his features, "He has a crush on you."

Naruto stilled, "Stop joking."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"Naruto," Shikamaru sighed lazily, as if he couldn't be bothered, "When have I ever cared enough to joke about something like this?"

Naruto shook her head furiously, "You must have misunderstood him. Neji doesn't have a crush on me, he's not some little school boy civilian all moon-eyed over a heroine. He's Neji Hyuga, and he does not have a crush on me."

The Nara shook his head softly, a look of faux confusion overtaking her features, "I'm sure you're right, Naruto. I must have been mistaken. Perhaps he was just protective over you like any good friend would be."

The orange loving blond nodded, falling into a deep and uncharacteristic silence. A few minutes past, and as she swung her legs uncertainly, she softly spoke, "I'm not right, am I?"

Shikamaru took a step towards the confused blond, peering into her crystal blue eyes that were swimming with doubt. He slowly rose his hand, the tips of his finger softly caressing her cheek as he answered, "I'm sorry, Naruto. I know it's not easy to deal with."

"I don't—" Naruto stopped herself, taking in a deep breath before continuing, "I love Neji. I do. He's more than just a comrade to me; he's my confidant, my friend. Besides you, he's probably my closest friend outside of Team 7. But, while I love him, I don't like him like that. I don't think I ever could."

"Naruto, this is not something you should feel guilty over, okay? These type of things happen everyday, and it's not your fault that you don't share the same feelings as Neji, He'll learn, and then he'll get over it. Plus, it's probably just a small crush anyways, it'll be squished within the week," Shikamaru was always a talented liar.

"I just… I don't know, I feel bad I guess. I don't want to hurt Neji. But I don't like him, and I can't force myself too."

"Naruto. He'll get over it, I swear this to you."

"I know he will. But he's not the reason I'm so confused right now. Well— he's part of the reason, that whole thing sort of took me for a loop, but it's everything. Our lives have become some sort of dramatic movie, and we are the unwilling protagonists."

"I know, Naru-chan. I know."

The Uzumaki let out a bitter laugh, "Shika, when did our lives become so fucked up? You're in love with Temari, but you have to pretend to be in love with me. A stranger is in love with me, so I have to pretend to be in love with you. Neji actually has feelings for me, but I'm here hoping that our 'relationship' will serve enough of a deterrence. Meanwhile, Sakura is in love with Sasuke, but she's also under the illusion that he actually holds secret feelings for me when I know that he loves me like a sister."

Shikamaru chuckled, taking yet another step towards the blond and snaking his arms around her waist. Holding her flush against his body in a comforting hug, he spoke with bemusement, "Well, when you put it like that our lives really do seem like some dramatic movie."

Naruto hummed, a small smile spreading. Kami above Shikamaru was literally carved from stone. Sinking into the hug, not at all minding the hard muscles she felt constricting against her, she replied, "If they do make a movie, I want Yukie Fujikaze to play me."

Shikamaru shook his head, "No no, that wouldn't work."

Naruto frowned, her head resting comfortably on his chest, the faint familiar smell of sandalwood and cigarettes lulling her into relaxation, "Why not? Granted she looks nothing like me, but it's nothing some hair dye and contacts won't fix."

"Still wouldn't work."

"But it would. Yukie loves me, and granted she's a Daimyo now or whatever, but she's still taking acting rolls and she would totally do it if I asked."

"Nope. Still not a viable option."

"Why not?" Naruto whined petulantly, and dare he say, quite adorably.

A low chuckle from deep within his chest spilled past his lips, his frame rumbling softly against Naruto, his breath hot against her ear as he managed to lean even closer to whisper, "She's not hot enough to play you."

Naruto squeaked, red quickly painting her cheeks, "Oh."

With a laugh, Shikamaru stepped out of the hug, his fingers running through his hair nonchalantly as he cheekily retorted, "Did I just make you nervous Naru-chan?"

Naruto growled, her arms crossed in indignation, "Quit teasing me you sick sick bastard."

"Sorry Naruto, you just make it so easy."

Naruto grumbled, "Bastards. I'm always surrounded by bastards. Why? What did I possibly do to deserve a constant presence of bastards surrounding me at all times?"

"Perhaps you were just born lucky?" Shikamaru retorted in a flat tone, his dry humor articulated ever so neatly with his well timed cheekiness.

The beautiful blond laughed, a joyful sound in the face of all the drama that was surrounding her. She honestly couldn't help the grin that stretched, Kami Shikamaru was honestly amazing. Only a few minutes ago she was struggling to keep the tears at bay, and with only a few calming words and gentle affection, he had her feeling so much better. "Yeah, I really do think I am lucky."

Shikamaru, as genius as he is, must have seen her expression and had come to the same conclusion, because the look of total apathy slipped off his face leaving only a small smile behind, "Naruto, this whole thing will be over soon. We will deal with this all, together as a team. Okay?"

Naruto nodded stubbornly, "Okay."

Sasuke narrowed his eyes as he traced the outline of Naruto's form as she slipped through her katas with a grace only a seasoned ninja could possess. Her disgusting jumpsuit covered her figure quite admirably, hiding her tan skin and striking form from prying eyes. Sasuke took a deep breath, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Dear Kami, this woman and her stupid fucking situation was starting to make him think disgusting thoughts.

He did not love her in a romantic sense. Not in the way he was sure most civilians believed he did. He heard the rumors, he was just too uninterested in correcting them. Naruto was his everything; his most trusted friend and compatriot. He would quite literally do anything to protect her, a fact that she regularly jokes about and often makes use of. He loved her, truly and utterly, and the mere idea of someone using her for their own gain was enough to make Sasuke contemplate the consequences of going rogue again.

Which brought him to the revelations of last night. Also hidden by her jumpsuit, Sasuke knew, was a deep blue, and obviously fresh, hickey. The Uchiha quelled down his homicidal rage in an attempt to think about this clearly, not that it helped him within the last twelve hours as he tried to process that somebody was intimate with his teammate.

Soon enough Kakashi called an end to the meeting, and before the obviously nervous blond could shunshin away, Sasuke snaked his hand around her wrist holding the girl firmly in place, "Naruto, we need to talk."

"Kami, I'm really pathetic," Sakura groaned, her head plastered onto the bar counter as her hand absentmindedly signaled for another drink.

Ino frowned, her brows furrowing in rapt concentration as she slowly questioned, "Wait— so you're saying that Sasuke and Naruto are an item?"

The pink-haired medic nodded ever so slightly, her frown deepening, "Kami Ino, you should have seen them interact today. Sasuke was practically stripping Naruto with his eyes as she pranced around the field blushing like a virginal maiden. She looked so nervous and basically ignored him at every given opportunity; she even instigated fights with Sai every time Sasuke even took a step in her direction! And then… then while we sparred, I got her with a clean hook, and her jacket sort of slipped down her shoulder. It was only for a second, but what I saw was undeniable."

Ino leaned closer, ever the gossip, her eyes shining as Sakura tempted her with a new piece of information, "What did you see?"

Sakura downed another shot, coughing as the burn crawled through her body, "It was a hickey. A giant, blue and purple hickey. Bite marks and all. Undeniable proof that Sasuke finally manned up and hooked up with the woman he truly loves."

"Woah," Ino leaned back into her seat, her arms crossed in contemplation, "I didn't even know Naruto was the type to fool around with guys. She's always seemed so oblivious to romance."

Sakura scoffed, taking a tentative sip out of her new drink, "Oh please, she's had Sasuke wrapped around her fingers since day one. It was all an act— that whole innocent little girl act."

"Sakura, you're drunk."

"I'm not!" She slurred, "I'm really not! Naruto, she knows how I feel about Sasuke and yet she stole him from under me! And you know what the worst part of all this is?"

Ino sighed, "What?"

Sakura smiled mockingly, "The fact that I can't even blame her. I can't. Sasuke was her friend first. They were best friends back in the time when I was still stalking him through the day. And neither of them owe me a Kami damned thing. I never owned Sasuke, and I sure as heck never owned Naruto. Who am I to get in the way of this little romance they've concocted for themselves? Which all brings me back to my original statement: I'm pathetic. Lusting after one of my best friends boyfriends, a guy who has never seen me in a romantic light. I'm the worst! The literal worst. I'm the bad guy in all the romance movies, the evil girl who's in love with the nice girls boyfriend."

"Sakura, no," Ino reached over to grab her friends hand, "This is all pure speculation, isn't it? You haven't overheard them saying anything, nor did you see them in a sexual act. It's circumstantial at best."

"Ino, someone gave Naruto that hickey. If it's not Sasuke like you insist, then who?" Sakura asked incredulously.

"I may have an idea."

Naruto shuffled awkwardly in place as she attempted to avoid eye contact with the blood red sharingan. The pale Uchiha had been glaring daggers at her for the last ten minutes, and soon his patience with the silent treatment would run out. If only Naruto knew what to say…

"Naruto, avoiding me will do nothing to help you."

The woman sighed, finally meeting her friends angry countenance, "Look Sasuke, I know what you saw last night, and frankly it's not any of your business." Well, that's not exactly how she meant to answer. But it would work. She hated to admit it, but Shikamaru had a point when it came to her acting skills. Since she obviously couldn't lie her way out, maybe avoidance would work.

Sasuke scoffed incredulously, "Not any of my— not any of my business? You're kidding me right?"

Naruto huffed, her arms crossed angrily, "You heard me. It's not any of your business. Kami, I'm so sick and tired of you people seeing me as this innocent little girl that needs protecting."

"Dobe, don't be an even bigger idiot than usual. You're my best friend, and I have every right—"

"No. You don't," She interrupted, "In fact, I don't know why I'm even humoring you like this. My love life has absolutely nothing to do with you, it's my own private affairs and I will not have it be dissected by a two-faced emotionless Teme."

Sasuke gaped, uncharacteristically lost for words as Naruto used his momentary confusion to shunshin away. What the Kami was that?!

Shikamaru's lazy day in was going splendidly. Sprawled out on his couch uncaringly, with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips as he perused through an interesting novel. Truly nothing could ruin his much earned day off.

With a bang, his front door opened, his blond hurricane of a faux paramour marching in as though she were stomping off into battle.

"Long day?" He questioned dryly, taking in a deep breath of smoke before exhaling it softly through his nose.

Naruto plopped onto his couch besides his feet, angrily discarding her jacket and tossing it onto the floor, "Don't even get me started."

Shikamaru sat up, his unhurried movements of putting out his cigarette oddly bringing Naruto a sort of familiar ease as she sank into the couch, "What happened?"

"That Teme Sasuke happened of course. He spent the entire practice glaring at me, a fact that even blind people would have noticed had they been there, so obviously my fellow shinobi teammates were quite understandably confused as to why he felt the need to trace every single one of my fucking movements."

Shikamaru winced, "Uchiha really doesn't understand the meaning of subtly, huh?"

Naruto shook her head as she leaned into Shikamaru, resting her head in the crook of his neck as her bodily molded into his. She knew that was getting a bit too comfortable with Shikamaru in terms of physical affection, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

"No, Sasuke's as idiotic as they come." Naruto proceeded to tell her friend all about Sasuke's confrontation, basically stilling in anticipation when Shikamaru began to chuckle at the end.

"You, Naruto, are well deserving of your monicker as the most unpredictable kunoichi."

Naruto huffed, "I'm going to choose to take that as a compliment."

"It was," Shikamaru smiled down at her, "A compliment, I mean."

Naruto grinned, wiggling as she burrowed herself deeper within Shikamaru's embrace, "Good."

Shikamaru chuckled once more as he dragged his finger tips ever so softly across her arm— up and down and up and down, watching with unabashed curiosity as goosebumps rose in his wake. Naruto flushed pink, her throat all of a sudden dry as the Nara languidly continued his action.

"Hey, Shika?" Naruto swallowed.

"Hmm?" Shikamaru hummed, his other hand slowly teasing the small strip of flesh at the bottom of her tank top.

"When—when is I—Ino supposed to catch us?" Naruto stumbled over her words, trying all she can to bite down the ridiculous moan that threatened to unleash from Shikamaru's simple attention. Kami above, even this little action from him was enough to set her on fire. She wondered what he could do if he was really dedicated to the task…

Shikamaru smirked at her attempt to take control of the conversation, "Honestly, any day now. With more and more people catching onto the fact something is up between us, it won't take her long to come storming in here."

"Our plan hinges on her catching us in a compromising situation though; something so compromising that there is no doubt we've been seeing each other intimately."

"That's right," Shikamaru agreed with a nod.

"How are we going to guarantee that we're in a compromising position when she bursts in here. You said it yourself, it could be any day now."

"That's true, but that's why I leave a shadow clone active all throughout the day outside my building in case Ino comes to stop by."

Naruto gazed into the smug eyes of her 'lover', "You really do think of everything, don't you?"

Shikamaru shrugged nonchalantly, "It's sort of my job."

"It's sort of hot."

Fuck. Naruto did not mean to say that. Ever. Especially not out loud. Fuck her lack of a filter and fuck Shikamaru Nara for being so fucking attractive even when he's not even fucking trying. Honestly it was too unfair. And now, as he gazes upon her with a mixture of shock and is-that-lust, she really wishes the ground will swallow her up right about now.

"Oh really?" Shikamaru dragged his syllables teasingly, his fingers halting their actions as his smirk widened. All of a sudden, before he could continue whatever sick game he was playing, a look of seriousness flashed across his features causing him to sit up properly.

"Shikamaru? What's wrong?"

"Ino is here. With Sakura in tow. It's time," He answered in a clipped tone, before unceremoniously wrapping his arms around her waist and hoisting him onto his lap, straddling him, "You ready?"

Naruto quickly took her hair out of the pigtails, letting the locks flow down to her waist as he wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in close, "As ready as I'll ever be."

A flash of emotion crossed his eyes, and before Naruto could even think of deciphering it she was left incapable of human thought. His lips were ridiculously soft she decided as they pressed up harshly against hers. Fuck. If Naruto thought Shikamaru was talented at leaving hickeys it couldn't even begin to compare to the sensations she was currently feeling.

He tilted his head to the side, expertly biting her lower lip and sucking it with just enough pressure to leave Naruto panting. Taking advantage of her parted lips, his tongue was quick to dive in, leading to her quickest loss in a battle for dominance as he skillfully took the reigns. His hands meanwhile were never idle, moving from her hips to her waist to up her shirt and tracing her stomach, and just before they reached the good part he would bring them back down causing Naruto to let out the most pathetic whine. But she couldn't care less how pathetic she sounded as long as he fucking stopped teasing her.

She had no hopes of stifling her moans, and at first she really tried. However the moment his thumb brushed over her bra she couldn't help the desperate moan that let out but she couldn't care as long as he did that again. She could practically feel his smirk as he kissed her soundly, blissfully, oh so passionately as she dug her fingers into his hair and tried to bring him even closer to her. Her hands soon gave up their position, instead sliding beneath his shirt and removing the offending garment, giving her hands the range to touch every part of his skin. She smirked in victory as she heard him hiss, only to practically scream as Shikamaru dragged her hips forward to meet his in response.

She wanted to feel more of him. She needed to feel more of him. She stripped off her shirt in record timing, a grin of pleasure overtaking her as Shikamaru's heated look. Kami she felt powerful, having the lazy apathetic jonin under her like this, looking as though he would do just about anything for another hour with her like thus. Like everything that has happened thus far, it did not last long as the Nara was quick to reconnect their lips, one of his hands snaking between them to slip underneath her bra.

Her moan was loud enough to drown out the sound of the door being unlocked. But nothing was loud enough to drown out the scream that followed.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"