Okay so I know I have a million other stories to finish but would you believe me if I said this idea was bugging me and just flowed onto the screen? Ugh... So I thought about this story last year I just didn't write it until now! Well I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto - sadly.

For The Love Of The Game

'OMG.'

- Was the only coherent thoought in Ino Yamanaka's mind as Shikamaru's lips assaulted her own in a passionate frenzy. A soft whimper escaped her throat as the brunette's hands wrapped themselves around her waist, forcing her closer to his body, making the space between them non-existent.

Ino hesitantly dug her delicately manicured fingers into Shikamaru's pineapple-shaped locks, intertwining her fingers with the soft tendrils of hair. He deepened their kiss at this action and Ino made a mental note to remember this – for the next time this happened.

Shikamaru began pushing Ino back, forcing the blonde to step backwards, against a nearby desk. Ino's legs buckled and she moved to sit on the desk, causing Shikamaru to lean on-top of her. Ino's hands removed themselves from the brunette's hair as she used them to balance herself on the hard, wooden desk.

Temperature rose higher as their tongues clashed, unleashing a side of Shikamaru Ino hadn't imagined he had. She'd always seen him as slightly boring or just highly unmotivated in life. She'd never fathomed this passionate, controlling side he'd been so reluctant to show. But now, as she felt herself lowering until her back touched the desk, she realized she liked this side of him.

Unfortunately, as quickly as their make-out session had begun, it ended as Shikamaru retreated, breaking their kiss.

"I shouldn't have done that," he panted as he refused to make eye-contact. "This is wrong…" he continued as he slowly backed away from Ino and the desk, trying to hide his flaming cheeks.

Ino frowned as she slowly pushed herself upright, ignoring her stinging elbows. They'd come too far for him to back out now, no matter how he felt.

"No-one has to know!" she told him as she stood defiantly, her hands on her hips and her blue eyes narrowed. "You can't back out now," she whispered as her stance fell.

Shikamaru felt his self-control slipping as he bit his bottom lip. He couldn't refuse her as she had him neatly wrapped around her delicate manicured finger. He'd only be-able to pretend he was able to resist her, but it was only pretend.

Ino tentatively approached him, taking small steps in order to judge his next move. He sighed as he allowed his guard to drop. She was right – he couldn't back out now. They'd come too far.

"So troublesome…" he remarked as he held out his hand for her. A small smile curved Ino's puffed lips as she grasped it, giggling when Shikamaru pulled her into him, crushing her against his chest.

"This is so wrong," he repeated to her in a lame, futile attempt to convince himself as his hands roamed her clothed body.

"No-one has to know…" she whispered in response. Those simple words reassured him and ended his worries.

And no-one would ever know

- because she was his student and he was her sensei.

A few weeks earlier – present time

"…. And that is the history of Konoha," the 25 year old sensei informed his class as he sighed. "Also, every section we just did is in your exam so I hope you paid attention."

Yamanaka Ino groaned as she carefully lowered her head onto her desk. How exactly was she supposed to remember anything her history sensei had just said when he'd spent the past two weeks explaining the history of Konoha in the most boring , uninteresting and monotonous voice imaginable?

A chorus of 'Yes Sensei' filled the air before a couple of groans. Ino lifted her head and was greeted by her sensei's piercing gaze. Ino felt herself freeze as his dark eyes seemed to search her, as though he was able to see more than she was willing. Squirming uncomfortably, Ino shifted her position.

"Yamanaka," he called, "Who was the first Hokage of Konoha?" he asked as he folded his arms across his chest, awaiting her answer.

Ino frowned, she knew this answer. Everyone in the class knew this answer, so why'd he have to ask her? Why'd he have to ask such a simple, almost stupid question?

"Senju Hashirama Nara-sensei," she replied as she leaned back in her wooden seat. Nara Shikamaru raised his eyebrow before sighing in relaxation.

"Correct."

Of course it was, along with every other question he'd given her in the past week. It was although he was picking on her, waiting for her to answer incorrectly. Ino found this rather infuriating, why pick on her? Sure her history grades weren't the greatest, but they weren't the worst in the class.

It wasn't long after that Ino felt someone tap her shoulder. The blonde haired girl turned to see someone holding a neatly folded note to her. She quickly grasped the note and immediately noticed the hand-writing. It was that of her best friend, one Haruno Sakura.

So like, is it just me or is Nara-sensei asking too many questions?

Somehow, Sakura knew she'd pick up with was the pinkette's writing by leaving the note unsigned. Ino sighed softly as she gracefully wrote her reply.

You can say that again! Seriously, why me?

She turned to pass the note back to Sakura when she heard her name being called.

"Shinji don't you dare pass that note to Sakura," Shikamaru's voice called. "Shinji, go throw the note away and Ino meet me after class."

Ino clenched her fist and felt like screaming in frustration. Hadn't he seen Sakura pass the note to her first? Why hadn't he stopped it then? Why wasn't Sakura joining her after school? Those questions kept repeating themselves in Ino's mind as the bell ending class rang.

Hesitantly, she began to pack her bag as the students milled out of the class. History had been her last lesson for the day. As she was packing, Sakura came to stand beside her, an apologetic look on her delicate face.

"Should I wait for you outside?" she asked softly as the class emptied.

"Would you mind? I'm sure this won't take too long…" the blonde replied as she stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder. She assumed Nara-sensei would grill her on sending the note then allow her to leave. It wouldn't take long.

"Not at all, I'll be waiting for you outside okay?" Ino nodded and made her way to the teacher's desk in the front of the class, where Shikamaru sat waiting, his eyes glued to her approaching figure.

Sakura had left and she could see the pinkette's figure in the doorway. Now, it was just her and Shikamaru in the class.

"You want wanted to see me?" she asked defiantly as she placed her hands upon her hips, showing her annoyance. Seriously, everyone passed notes in class, some even right under his nose, yet he never seemed to notice them. Then, when she passed a note she was caught? It didn't make sense.

"Ah," Shikamaru remarked as he stood from his plush chair, "You know the rules, no passing notes in class. Next time, I'm reading it aloud so don't let me catch you." His lacklustre tone annoyed the petite blonde even more as she bit the inside of her lip. Count to ten, she told herself as she tried the anger-calming method. It clearly wasn't working.

"But Nara-sensei! Everyone passes notes in class!" she complained in a somewhat whiny tone. She was past the stage of keeping quiet.

"No-one else gets caught," he remarked and narrowed his gaze slightly, "Not to mention, you don't have time to be passing notes in class. You of all people should be listening." Ino felt her cheeks flare. Was he implying she was failing? While history wasn't her best, it wasn't her worst.

"There are people who are doing worse than me," she protested through gritted teeth.

"Doesn't matter, this discussion is about you and your grades. Not the other student's," he calmly responded as he sighed. Ino felt herself wishing it wasn't against school rules to slap a teacher.

"Look can I go? I've got better things to do than stand here and listen to this," she commanded rather than asked. Truth be told, she felt she would hit him if she had to stay much longer and it seemed the brunette understood this.

"So troublesome…" he muttered before nodding his head, "You can go but just know this isn't over Ino."

'No it isn't,' Ino thought to herself as she stormed out of the class and into the hallway where Sakura was still waiting. 'You're going to wish you didn't pick on me Nara-sensei.'

A smirk began curving Ino's lips as a plan began hatching in Ino's mind, something deliciously diabolical.

"Ah I know that smirk Ino… what's going on in that head of yours?" Sakura asked as soon as she caught up to her blonde haired best friend. That smirk never meant anything good and usually involved someone's feelings getting hurt.

"Oh nothing for you to worry about my dear little Sakura. Just know that Nara-sensei is going to know what it's like to be picked on… just in a very different way." At that, Ino winked a sapphire eye at her friend before increasing her pace.

'Uh-oh,' was the only thought that was clear in Sakura's mind and the pinkette knew that school was about to get a lot more interesting…

Erg so I wrote this at like 1am and so it's kind of crap and well I don't have a beta so yeah... I'll edit it in the morning - just wanted to get this out there! So tell me what you think? Please? Lolz!

Love

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