Got Milk?

by: slowarbbits

Shikamaru did not like being awake. Especially at nine AM, during his day off when he could be doing better things like catching up on sleep, or making love to his girlfriend.

But no, he was currently at the small pharmacy near his apartment with said girlfriend, who perused the store for a specific brand of milk. Shikamaru sighed a long-suffering sigh. He didn't understand why she had to drag him out with her. She was only buying some milk three houses down his home. Waking up early to accompany someone to the store jus wasn't his cup of tea.

Not that it was such a bad deal, he mused to himself. Shikamaru watched her stand on her tiptoes to reach for a carton of Cow's Head and he thought she looked adorable with her tongue caught between her perfect teeth and her shirt riding up her toned stomach. Her hair was bundled up in a messy ponytail and her lips were still swollen from all the... persuasion she'd had to do to get Shikamaru out of bed.

Sensing that he wasn't the only one who appreciated the view, Shikamaru turned to glare at the sole cashier, a guy with an awful case of acne and a tasteless goatee. The guy looked away upon seeing Shikamaru's cold gaze.

When the young Nara turned back to his girlfriend, she was already skipping (she was nineteen years old, and she was skipping, for the love of God) towards him, happily clutching the troublesome milk. She came to a halt right in front of him and smiled brightly. "I forgot one little thing. Can you pay for this while I grab something real quick?" she asked, honey dripping off her request. Shikamaru sighed and nodded. She had his hand in hers. And she was smiling at him with such open adoration and just a hint of humor, he fell in love just a little bit more.

Shikamaru lazily slinked to the Acne Guy and handed him the carton of milk to bag. A fast shopper, Ino was not. By 'grab something real quick', Ino meant that she would scour the shop until she found the absolutely perfect brand that would satisfy her standards.

"So... Is she your sister or something?" came from Acne Guy, who was unabashedly trailing Ino's every move with his hopeful eyes. Shikamaru wanted to groan. Why couldn't this guy get a hint?

"Girlfriend," corrected Shikamaru slowly, unable to keep the smugness out of his voice. He saw Acne Guy's face fall before he grabbed a paper bag for the milk.

At that moment, Ino materialized beside him, a flirty, cheerful grin on her face and her arms full of - Oh, Jesus Christ.

Shikamaru felt his jaw drop when Ino dropped her items at the counter. Acne Guy had the same reaction, but mixed with a lot of envy. 'One little thing' turned out to be- damn. "We were running out," Ino explained unnecessarily to the cashier, purring like a pleased jungle cat as she latched onto her boyfriend, the swell of her breasts pressing against his arm.

Snapped out of his jealous reverie, Acne Guy rung up the sales and wordlessly handed a red-faced Shikamaru the bags. Ino, beautiful smile still intact, thanked the poor, hormonal cashier who proceeded to flush beet red before dragging her boyfriend out of the pharmacy.

Shikamaru followed, excited to get home with his girlfriend's carton of Cow's Head and the six boxes of condoms he paid for.