Clouds

Shikamaru lay on the hill watching clouds. What had started out as a beautiful day with lovely fluffy white clouds had decided to annoy him, as the clouds were slowly turning grey and thick. He glared at them.

Temari walked to where he lay and stood there with her arms crossed.

"What're you doing?" she asked.

"Watching clouds."

She looked up at the darkening clouds and back at him.

"You do realize those clouds are grey, right?" she demanded.

"Yep."

"And that means it's gonna rain."

"Yep."

"And you're just not gonna move."

"Yep."

"…even though you're gonna get wet."

"Yep."

"And very possibly sick."

"Yep."

"…why?"

"Too troublesome to get up."

"You've been lying here for two hours!"

"Your point being?"

A light drizzle began to fall, and still Shikamaru showed no sign of moving.

"Shikamaru, it's starting to rain."

"It's just drizzling."

Just then, the heavens opened up and it started pouring. It was as if they had stepped into a (cold) shower.

Temari glared at him. "Oh, you just had to say it, didn't you,' she snapped.

He raised his eyebrows at her. "What I said had nothing to do with this."

Temari tossed her head impatiently. "Shikamaru, get your ass up and lets go home."

"Nope," he replied. With an annoyed 'humph', Temari plopped herself down on top of him.

"Shikamaru, we're going home."

He looked at the woman straddling him. "No."

Temari narrowed her eyes briefly before leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "If you don't get up now, you're not getting any."

Shikamaru thought about this. His new wife was soaking wet, and did look incredibly sexy. And it was starting to get rather chilly…

"Get off me," he told her. She scowled.

"Shikamaru, don't make me get my f-'

"I can't get up with you on top of me," he interrupted. A triumphant grin spread across her face before she got up. He accepted her hand to get up, and slid his arm around her waist as they walked home.

In the rain.

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