Back with another ShikaIno drabble. The prompt this time? Vanilla, pillow, and bruise.

Yeah...

Strike Three
By Jonah

In the end, Shikamaru decided, the sex wasn't worth it.

Dealing with Ino was bad enough— but a six month pregnant, psychotically hormonal Ino? Even the mirror on top of the bed wasn't worth it.

Yeah, sure, there was the 'joys of parenthood' and the 'satisfaction' of knowing he helped bring another life on this earth.

But he'd be an awful parent and the earth wasn't all that great anyway.

There was no denying Ino though, oh no, not if one wished to keep all limbs and appendages (very important ones, mind) intact. Especially when she was one of her 'moods' (though, really, when was she not?).

Nevermind that he had to walk all around Konoha looking for a damned ice cream shop that'd be open at three fucking o'clock in the morning. Nevermind that the only place wouldn't sell it to him unless he paid twice the original amount. And nevermind that he did all this in his boxers, because Ino wouldn't let him 'waste time' in changing.

But he got it, oh gods he got it. Maybe then she'd shut up for once. Maybe then he'd be able to just crawl back into bed and get some sleep.

Or maybe she'd just give him That Look again.

Some days, he really thought he was in hell.

"What now?"

"This is chocolate."

"And?"

"I asked for vanilla."

"So use your imagination."

He didn't even realize a pillow could bruise.

(…though, knowing Ino, he probably should have.)

Ahh, young love. :3