Forgot to do this when I first uploaded it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

I didn't bother looking up when I heard the bells above the door to my families flower shop ring. I knew that my mother or my younger sister would take care of it. I was busy, so busy in fact that I didn't realize someone was walking up behind me until I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. Instinctively, my training kicks in and I start to fight my way free. That is until I smell the scent coming from my 'attacker.' Although it's partially covered by the scent of perspiration, I would recognize the underlying scent anywhere. And there is only one person that I know that can pull off the scent of grass and deer; my boyfriend and love of my life, Shikamaru.

Yes, you heard me right. I, Yamanaka Ino, am in love with the lazy genius of Konoha, Nara Shikamaru. If you would have asked me about two years ago if I loved him, I would have told you to drop dead, if I didn't just punch you for even suggesting such a thing. Though now I can promise you I would have had a blush on my face that would have rivaled one of Hinata's when she's around Naruto. Looking back, I can see that I always loved him. Even when I was crushing on Sasuke, it was just to try and keep myself in denial about how I felt for him. I'm just sorry that it took what it did to finally bring us together.

He doesn't say anything about my lack of attention or anything like that, something that he would have normally done, and has more often than I'd like to admit.

All he does when I relax is hold me tighter and bury his face in the crook of my next, breathing in my scent. Now, if you knew Shikamaru, you now that this is definitely something he would usually never do in public. Even in private, when it's just the two of us, he isn't quite this bold. It usually takes to me to initiate contact before he starts getting this comfortable. But I completely understand why he's doing this, why he needs to do this. It's the same reason why he's back from his mission three days earlier than expected. It's why he came to find me as he is, even though I usually ask him to clean up before he sees me. The same reason why I was so focused in rearranging the flower displays for the third time today.

Today is the second anniversary of the death of our former sensei, Sarutobi Asuma.

Remember when I said I was sorry for what finally brought Shikamaru and I together? That was it. The mutual grief that we had for the loss of our sensei made us realize how much we cared for each other. As much as I love being with him now, I still wish that it hadn't taken such a tragic event to bring us together.

I turn around in his arms and place my own arms around his neck before I kiss him, a kiss he gladly returns. After a few moments we break apart.

"Feeling better?" I asked him. He gave me a little smirk.

"Yeah. You?"

"I am now," I said as I kissed him again, then pulled him into a tight hug.

"I love you, Shika-kun," I whisper into his ear.

"I love you, too, Ino-chan."