Specifics. Specifics. She didn't want to give him specifics. She wanted to tell him what to do and have him do it and that would be it and she would be the only one who ever knew about this. Except maybe for the guy who did this to her.
Really, though, it was kind of her fault. Last time she would ever let the condom slide.
"Ugh, Shikamaru," she whined, stretching out the last syllable of his name for as long as humanly possible. He hated when she did that. "You really don't want to know. It's just... a problem, okay? And you can fix it so fast just by picking up this little thing for me!"
With the most pathetic expression she could muster, she rested her chin on her knees and stared at him, pouting.
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