The Apartment
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,314
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Too Hot
"It's too fuckin' hot," Tenten complained, as she bent over to retrieve a can of soda from the refrigerator.
Neji said something in vague agreement, his eyes glued onto the delicious curves of her ass, so perfectly offered up to his hungry eyes as she bent over.
It _was_ too hot.
It was so hot that they had deigned it impractical to train - meaning he had nothing to distract him from the lustful thoughts running riot through his fevered brain.
It was so hot that instead of her sensible combat-clothes, Tenten had opted to wear a spaghetti-strapped tanktop and worn old Daisy-Duke khaki shorts whose frayed hemline barely skimmed the top of her thighs - too-small clothes that made it less likely that he would be able to keep from molesting her.
It was so hot that every visible inch of Tenten's skin - and there was a lot visible - was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Tenten tanned easily in the summer-sun, and her skin was an exotic shade of bronze by now, very striking against the light-colored clothes she was wearing. She looked like a gypsy dancer, shimmering and gleaming.
It was so hot that the additional surge of heat he felt, watching her, was enough to send him light-headed.
Yes, it _was_ too hot.
The three members of Team Gai had decided to become roommates. Between the three of them they could afford a really nice place - not just nice, but the kind of place people read about in magazines. They had the penthouse suite on one of Konoha's best residential buildings - a two-storey apartment with a hot-tub, a patio/balcony, a huge living room with all the best entertainment systems money could buy, the works. There was even enough open space on the rooftop that they could spar each other, as long as they kept from using any jutsus.
Each of them had their own bedroom, with their own en-suite bathroom so there was no fights about who got the shower...not that Neji would have minded sharing a bath with Tenten, at that moment.
He blinked at his own thoughts, shaking his head as if to physically fling the fantasy away. Unfortunately, when he looked up again, it was to see Tenten rolling the fridge-cooled can of soda against the skin of her throat. Her head tipped back, and the expression on her face seemed positively orgasmic - eyes closed, mouth slighlty open - as she cooled off.
She may have been cooling off, but she was rasiing Hyuuga Neji's internal temperature to dangerous levels. He unconsciously licked his lips as a droplet of moisture slid down her throat, hungrily watching as it disappeared underneath her shirt. He imagined letting his mouth follow the droplet's trail...
And then she _moaned_, and Neji felt himself positively jump to attention.
"Oh that feels goo~ood."
Neji shot to his feet. "I....I need to go. To the...the bathroom," he stammered, already turning away from her. He couldn't exactly face her - not with the front of his pants so obviously tented. He fled her entirely-too-arousing presence.
***
Tenten popped the tab of her soda, watching Neji scramble from the room - and she smiled a slow, wicked smile.
Neji said something in vague agreement, his eyes glued onto the delicious curves of her ass, so perfectly offered up to his hungry eyes as she bent over.
It _was_ too hot.
It was so hot that they had deigned it impractical to train - meaning he had nothing to distract him from the lustful thoughts running riot through his fevered brain.
It was so hot that instead of her sensible combat-clothes, Tenten had opted to wear a spaghetti-strapped tanktop and worn old Daisy-Duke khaki shorts whose frayed hemline barely skimmed the top of her thighs - too-small clothes that made it less likely that he would be able to keep from molesting her.
It was so hot that every visible inch of Tenten's skin - and there was a lot visible - was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Tenten tanned easily in the summer-sun, and her skin was an exotic shade of bronze by now, very striking against the light-colored clothes she was wearing. She looked like a gypsy dancer, shimmering and gleaming.
It was so hot that the additional surge of heat he felt, watching her, was enough to send him light-headed.
Yes, it _was_ too hot.
The three members of Team Gai had decided to become roommates. Between the three of them they could afford a really nice place - not just nice, but the kind of place people read about in magazines. They had the penthouse suite on one of Konoha's best residential buildings - a two-storey apartment with a hot-tub, a patio/balcony, a huge living room with all the best entertainment systems money could buy, the works. There was even enough open space on the rooftop that they could spar each other, as long as they kept from using any jutsus.
Each of them had their own bedroom, with their own en-suite bathroom so there was no fights about who got the shower...not that Neji would have minded sharing a bath with Tenten, at that moment.
He blinked at his own thoughts, shaking his head as if to physically fling the fantasy away. Unfortunately, when he looked up again, it was to see Tenten rolling the fridge-cooled can of soda against the skin of her throat. Her head tipped back, and the expression on her face seemed positively orgasmic - eyes closed, mouth slighlty open - as she cooled off.
She may have been cooling off, but she was rasiing Hyuuga Neji's internal temperature to dangerous levels. He unconsciously licked his lips as a droplet of moisture slid down her throat, hungrily watching as it disappeared underneath her shirt. He imagined letting his mouth follow the droplet's trail...
And then she _moaned_, and Neji felt himself positively jump to attention.
"Oh that feels goo~ood."
Neji shot to his feet. "I....I need to go. To the...the bathroom," he stammered, already turning away from her. He couldn't exactly face her - not with the front of his pants so obviously tented. He fled her entirely-too-arousing presence.
***
Tenten popped the tab of her soda, watching Neji scramble from the room - and she smiled a slow, wicked smile.