Lace

Temari gave her boyfriend a suspicious look as she took the bag from his hands. Shikamaru just gave her a tiny self-satisfied smirk.  

Inwardly Temari braced herself; there was a very good change, judging from the cocky gleam in his eye, that she would not like what was inside the bag one bit. She opened the shopping bag with trepidation. 

Not a reply from Shikamaru. 

Ugh. It really boded ill if he didn’t even tease her for her apprehension in opening a stupid shopping bag. She looked inside.

There settled at the bottom was something very, very light blue, and very, very lacy. ”Nara, what is this?”  

The smirk in his lips grew more evident. “Lingerie.”  

The bag fell from her hands. “You’re joking right?” 

“No joke.” He replied in all seriousness. 

Warily, she picked the bag up again, and removed the contents. It was strappy, and lacy, and frilly, and oh-so girly. She suspected it to be something Ino might swoon over. Of course, if it weren’t in blue. Ino despised blue. 

Temari felt her cheeks inflame as she looked over the article. There was no way in hell she would put this stupidity on. For goodness sakes’ she’d look ridiculous! She held the garment away from herself and in Shikamaru’s direction. She shook her head vehemently, hoping that her blush wasn’t as obviously red as she suspected it to be. “Hell, no.” 

He tipped his head to the side, and looked at her from the corner of his eye. Temari swallowed in nervousness. Shikamaru’s eyes were gleaming like they did when he knew he was about to win a battle. “You owe me.” He said clearly. 

Temari’s blush darkened. “I–That’s–I didn’t think you’d try to settle it with something like this!” 

“Backing out are we?” 

“I…You-ugh! Pick anything else!”‘ 

“So anything else is fair game?” ”As long as it doesn’t involve silly underwear.” 

Shikamaru’s lips quirked up into a smile. He opened his mouth to speak. 

“AH! Wait!” Temari spat out before the talked. She was dealing with a genius; he’d probably pick something even worse than this. Brilliant! Why did she have to fall in love with a genius? The problem with his high intellect being, any restriction she could give him, his superior mind would probably find a way around. “Oh, damn.” She growled. 

Shikamaru chuckled. “So? Which one? Will you do this, or do I pick another?” 

“Why can’t you just be a greedy jerk and ask for money?” She grumbled. 

“You wouldn’t be dating me if I were.” He pointed out. 

Temari looked hopelessly at the lacy, flimsy, lame-excuse-for-clothing. This was absolutely ridiculous. “Can’t I at least have it in black, or-or purple?” She whined. 

He shook his head smiling. “Nope. Now stop being troublesome and put it on.” 

She took the clothing into the bathroom, scowling the entire way. “Remind me never to ask you for a favor and promise to pay you back.” She could hear the mirth in Shikamaru’s reply. “I’ll probably forget.” 

She scoffed. “How convenient.”