Red Dress

He heard the subtle sultry clicking of red stiletto heels, and knew instinctively that one of them had brushed against his back not moments before. Neji’s body, still moist under the slacks, jacket, and grey button shirt, leant against the elderly bricks. His hair dripped slowly, little drops plinking down to the potholed cement at the alley floor. It amused him to find that if he pressed very close to his brick wall, he could hear and feel faintly the pounding music within, and the rush of water through pipes.

Tenten, wet hair cast over her breast, dress clinging to every inch of skin it could get, paused upon seeing his lax form.

“Did you get the scroll?” she asked, striding to him on long, lean legs. He pulled the little cylinder from his pocket, tossing it to her. “Good boy.”
His laugh was soft in the shadows.

“I got a little more than that scroll,” he said coyly, straightening away from the wall. His stance was a challenge, and his face was an invitation.

“I wasn’t intending to take it so far. I thought it might be subtler if we blended into the crowd a bit better,” she explained, resisting the little trap. Neji was never one to quit.

“Oh? Is that why you got yourself nice and wet before we even saw each other? If I remember correctly, I didn’t have to prep you at all,” he retorted. Tenten flushed in the dark.

“I didn’t do anything beforehand!” she replied heatedly, more embarrassed than angry. He laughed softly again.

“So it was the sight of me that got you dripping and hot?” he said sensually, his face suddenly inches away. She swallowed.

“Never mind all that. We have the scroll. Let’s meet up at our room,” Tenten said briskly, before a firm and gentle hand clasped her shoulder. Neji drew her back into a kiss, her first true kiss with him or anyone.

“Can’t we get back to work a bit later? We have some time,” he purred, hands sliding up under her wet dress. They rested on her firm ass before briskly smacking one rounded muscle.

“Right here?” she asked in a harsh whisper, trying her best to sound skeptical. It sounded more excited than anything. “In the alley?”

His finger stroked her from back to front, pausing over her clit. Tenten tried her best to withhold reaction. Slowly, without protest, he leaned her over, making her brace the wall as one sure digit slipped inside.

“Yeah. Right here,” he said, his breath on her ear. Tenten couldn’t tell whether he meant the location of their physical forms or the location of his finger. She pressed her palms against the wall, breasts pushing at the brick when a second finger joined. His thumb found her pearl, and at last she moaned. “Still wet, I see,” he whispered harshly, but her only retort was a shudder.

“Neji--!” she cried softly, trying to listen for footsteps lest someone discover them. The wet fabric peeled away from her hips to bunch at her back, leaving her intimacy exposed to the cold air. A warm tongue replaced it. His fingers angled to create space, and the slick muscle slid in alongside his digits.

“Would you rather we continue this elsewhere?” he asked teasingly, breath coating her most sensitive areas. She inhaled for a response, but it was spent on a moan as he shifted his fingers within her, drawing them out quickly. Tenten straightened as an elderly man turned down the alley, nodding to them cheerfully and blinking at the dark.

“Why would you want to be with me again?” she asked softly.

“Tenten,” he chastised briefly, kissing her again. “Do you really need to ask that question?” Neji took a few paces towards their hotel room, glancing back over his shoulder.
She grinned, stepping out of her stilettos and into the night.