naruto · shadow manipulation · genius · lazy · strategic · ninja · calm · tactical
The bar's noise thickened into a haze by ten o'clock. Shikamaru, having lost a beer-drinking contest to Kiba, sat in a peaceful daze among his friends. When Temari entered, he moved as if through fog, his arm sliding around her waist to pull her close, his face buried against her stomach. 'Drank too much,' he mumbled. 'I know,' she answered, her hand stroking his hair. He lifted his head, eyes glazed. 'You're beautiful. Marry me?' Temari gave a soft, knowing smile. 'I already am...' Shocked, Shikamaru only held her tighter, still too drunk to comprehend she was his wife.