The Apartment

Hallo readers, and finally we get to the lemon! And it's a looo~oong lemon too, to make up for the two chapters of build-up.... *grins* I hope you enjoy.

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...he registered someone pressing themselves against his back - a naked someone, he could feel nothing but bare skin on skin...

"...Tenten?"

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"Aww," she said, a strange, wicked, almost-purring tone of voice he had never heard before. "I kinda prefer the way you said my name earlier." She let go of his outstretched hand and as it dropped to his side, she turned on the water - the warm rather than the cold, setting it to spray as a light mist. Neji jumped at the sensation as if it had been the cold blast he had been expecting.

"Tenten," he said again, voice trembling a little as he felt her thin, deft-fingered hands sliding over his skin. "What are you...ahh!" His eyes widened as she teasingly ran her fingertips over his erection, experiencing for the first time someone touching him with sexual intent. His breathing deepened as she continued to stroke him lightly, and his mind began melting into a haze of lust and desire.

"T-Tentennnnh..." he groaned, finally, unable to say anything else. His shock-widened eyes had fluttered close.

"See, that's what I meant. When you say my name like that..." She trailed off and wrapped her fingers more firmly around the base of his shaft, squeezing him lightly. His breath hitched at the wave of pleasure that caused, and he shivered as she began to slide her hand up and down his erection, her movements achingly slow.

Neji was hyper-aware of everything around him - the sound of the water as it hit their bodies, the tiled floor, the feeling of each drop of shower-water sliding over his skin, the sharp sting as he bit his lip hard in an attempt to keep silent...and Tenten. Most especially of Tenten. The scent of her, the steady, measured - better controlled than his - rhythm of her breathing - he could feel her breasts pressed against his back, her legs slightly in between his, her erect nipples...and her hands. Oh gods, her hands, on him, stroking, playing...

She rubbed her thumb firmly around the sensitive head of his cock, and he moaned. She laughed at that - Neji could feel her chest vibrating slightly - and did it again. Neji was rocking his hips in time with the movements of her hands now, panting for breath and shuddering uncontrollably, mouth hanging slightly open. His bones felt curiously liquid and he had to brace his forearm against the wall in order to keep his balance.

His excitement was enough that he was practically dripping pre-come, and Tenten smirked against the skin of his back as she felt the tell-tale slickness. She used her thumb to spread it over his cock, firm sweeping strokes - and then pulled her hands away.

"Nnngh!" A protest erupted from Neji before he could stop it, hips still thrusting erratically into the empty air. He turned his head, far enough gone to beg her for completion - only to be spun around so that they now stood face-to-face.

Whatever protest or plea he would have made was lost as she once again took his erection into her hands, and guided him into herself. Neji, who'd closed his eyes again as she first held him, opened them again and stared at her.

"T...Ten........ohhhh..." he groaned fervently as his sensitized head slowly entered her, surrounding him in soft, tight warmth unlike anything he'd ever known before. His eyes opened slightly as her hands clutched onto his shoulders, and he saw the pleasured expression that came over her features, her mouth dropping open in wonder. He found the look on her face was as arousing as anything she'd done to him.

"Oh!" she said, a surprised, pleased little cry, and involuntarily flexed around Neji's cock. Neji shuddered at the sensation and automatically snapped his hips forward, entering her fully with one quick thrust that ended with him seated as deep inside her as he could go, and his head reeling from sensation. He moaned again, more loudly than he'd ever done before...

It took him a moment to register Tenten's strange stillness. He looked at her with slightly hazy vision that cleared immediately when he saw that her expression was no longer pleasured, but pained. A shock of fear went through him, partially burning away the haze of his lust.

"Tenten?" he rasped, a little surprised at how different his voice sounded. He glanced downwards - and understood immediately.

He'd just taken her virginity. (Well - and she his, but it was different for girls, Hiashi-sama had told him) And he'd taken it, of course, like some sort of vicious brute - so that she'd been HURT - he forced himself to remain very still.

"I'm all right, it doesn't hurt at all, really Neji..." She was already trying to reassure him - the same way she always did on the sparring grounds, "I'm not tired, it's only a surface bleeder, I'm okay," and later Neji would find out she'd broken her arm or needed stitches.

"No you're not," he growled, and had to lean his forehead against her shoulder. She raised a hand to softly stroke his dark hair, and Neji knew this was her way of thanking him for pausing. "You're hurt."

"Not - really _hurt_. I'll adjust..." she said, finally admitting that there _was_ pain. Neji realized he could feel the vibrations of her words, traveling through her body to his flesh buried in her. The realization was surprisingly erotic. "I'm sorry," was all he could think to say, forcing himself to recall her expression of pain so he could order his body _not_ to move.

No matter how good she felt.

"Don't be," Tenten whispered, pressing a soft kiss against his temple. "I want this. I want you."

Neji shuddered again. "...want...you...tooo..." he panted softly, muscles all over his body twitching and flexing as he fought the urge to thrust into her delicious heat. He would _not_ move until she was used to him - until he was bringing her the same pleasure she was bringing him.

He nearly broke that promise half a dozen times. She kept trying to tell him he could move, she could take it, and saying no all those times was a miracle of self-denial he could not say he could ever do again. She began to wiggle impatiently as she grew used to his presence, and each little movement sent a tiny bolt of pleasure racing up and down his spine - and further eroding his mind.

And then she whispered, as his erection throbbed insistently, "Oooh, I can feel your heartbeat inside me...feels niiiice..." in a certain tone of voice that made him lick his lips. He looked at her eyes, saw them glazed over subtly, and nearly sobbed in relief as he finally felt himself free to move. He rocked his hips into her, reveling in her hitched breath, keeping his movements very small and slow.

She was so responsive to him, now, that he decided the torture of the earlier wait had been more than repaid. Every movement he made caused tiny, fascinating changes in her breathing - soft gasps, hitches, slow, careful deep breaths - changes, he found, that were echoed in his own breathing pattern. Raised in a clan of doujutsu-users, Neji was hardwired to focus especially on eyes, and the way Tenten's dilated and turned cloudy with pleasure was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen in his life.

He was still keeping his motions small and slow, hardly moving in and out of her at all. Tenten began to whine, trying to move herself, trying to make him move. Neji hooked one arm beneath the ass he had been admiring earlier, in the living room, and lifted Tenten off her feet. Both the young shinobi moaned as Tenten sank further down onto Neji.

Neji moved so that Tenten's back was against the far shower wall, using it as a brace, and loving how it felt to be inside her while walking around. She wrapped her legs around his waist as they moved, and they both shuddered as Tenten's spread thighs opened her further to Neji's pleasurable invasion. She cooed at him as he moved and his hardness stroked her inner walls, giving audible proof of how much she was enjoying being impaled on him. Her arms, which had been wrapped around his broad shoulders, tightened and her hands involuntarily made little scratches into his shoulder-blades.

"Oooh yeah," Neji groaned, feeling that, and drew slowly out of her, relishing the feel of her slick inner walls rubbing along his hardness. He withdrew slowly until only the head of his cock was still inside her, and she was beginning to make pleading little noises again, - before slamming back inside her with a hard, forceful thrust. Unlike the first time he had thrust into her, he brought only pleasure, and her hands clawed more forcefully into his back as her eyes rolled back into her head and she cried out.

No slow movements now, neither of them would be able to stand it. Neji screwed her hard against the water-slick wall, so hard she slid up and down it with the force of his thrusting. She clutched tightly at him, her answering movements as frenzied as his, bucking into him and trying to draw him even deeper into her.

Remembering certain late-night talks with his uncle that had involved a lot of sake and flushing, Neji reached down between their bodies and lightly ran his fingers over her damp curls, looking down and enjoying the sight of his own erection appearing and disappearing into her depths. He found the sensitive bud his uncle had told him about in little time, and began to rub it lightly, in time with his own thrusts. Tenten was very vocal in her appreciation.

"Ahhhh.....ahhh.....NEJI!" she half-screamed as he thrust deep inside her at the same time as he pressed his hand firmly against her clit. She panted softly as he drove into her harder and harder, crying out now with every thrust he made into her.

"Neji, Neji....ohgodyes, yes, YESSSS...." Her eyes began to roll backwards into her head again as he touched places deep inside her that made her want to melt. "...ah...ah...ahhh....NEJIIIIIIIIII!"

Neji, moaning and feeling his eyes beginning to roll himself, used his free hand to pull her head down to his and kissed her hard, just as she reached her orgasm, so that her first climax with a man inside her and her first kiss with Neji happened at the same time.

Neji came only a few seconds after she did, unable to resist the feeling of her squeezing around him, her fingers raking up and down his back and swallowing her pleasured scream in his mouth as he kissed her. They clung to each other as they rode out their orgasms, trembling and dazed.

They stood together for a long, quiet moment after, trying to catch their breaths. As soon as he felt able, Neji gently drew out of her, and they both moaned softly at the sensation of his moving - and mourned the loss of the intimate connection. Tenten could feel herself flexing around the sudden emptiness, and the fluids of their joining trickling down her thighs as he pulled out. She never knew how empty she was until he had filled her...

...her train of thought was abruptly cut off as she almost toppled over. Neji grabbed at her frantically, and she found herself clinging onto him for dear life, blinking in shock and realizing that her legs had been turned into overcooked strands of spaghetti. She couldn't even lock her knees, much less stand on her own.

Neji was frantic, babbling. He seemed to think that he had hurt her during their recent 'bout'. Tenten took a moment to savor the rarity of a babbling Neji before placing a single finger against his lips, shocking him into silence. He stared at her with eyes still a bit unfocused from his orgasm, and Tenten smiled back at him - a smile, she was sure, that was giddy with afterglow.

"I'm fine, Neji. I am, really, and I mean it. In fact, I can't remember ever feeling this fine." She blushed a little but grinned at him to show what she meant. "My legs are just, um...a little wobbly."

She felt Neji smirk against her finger, his entire expresson now reading 'Alpha Male, and proud of doing Alpha Male things - like reduce your mate to screaming ecstasy - very well'. She found his expression adorable - then again, at the moment she found Neji and anything he did or said utterly engrossing.

Neji ended up sitting on the floor - his knees weren't feeling all that unwobbly either, a fact that Tenten found as satisfying as he had with her - with Tenten curled up in his lap. The shower was more than large enough to accomodate them, and the hot water was in no danger of running out. They sat there, the bathwater running over their naked bodies like a warm soft rain, taking it in turns to run a bar of soap - a block of the expensive, handmade soaps that were among Neji's few indulgences - over each other's skin, using their hands to gently rub a mild lather on and then off. But before Tenten had gotten any farther than soaping up Neji's bicep, Neji grabbed the bar of soap away.

"Neji?" Tenten asked, blinking at him curiously. He stood up abruptly, lifting her with him so she ended up pressed chest-to-chest with him.

"Neji," she asked again, automatically wrapping her arms around his shoulders for balance. "What are you...." She trailed off as she felt something pressing against her stomach. She glanced down and gaped.

"You can't be...already?"

"You inspire me," Neji whispered huskily, one hand hooking under her knee. Before she realized what was happening, he had spread her legs wide and surged into her, sliding into her still-slicked entrance easily. Tenten's eyes bulged and she made a wordless, somewhat gurgling sound as she found herself suddenly filled with hot, hard male flesh. Her fingers tightened on him unconsciously, fingernails scraping shallow lines over his back.

"Nnnn...Neji...."

Neji carried her out of the bathroom and into his bedchambers, pausing long enough to grab a gigantic, fluffy bathtowel and to spread it on his white duvet before laying Tenten down on his bed, both their bodies still dripping-wet. All of this he did with one hand, the other preoccupied with supporting Tenten. And not once the whole time did he slip out of her.

By the time they got to the bed, the sensation of being impaled on Neji's erection as he carried her to bed had erased any thought from Tenten's mind except how good he felt, how damn _much_ she wanted him. His movements were like tiny thrusts and each step seemed to pull her ever so slightly downwards, taking in more of him. She rocked her hips against his, burying her face in the crook of his neck and suckling fervently on the skin she found there. Her hands roamed all over his back, feeling even more aroused by the muscles she could feel flexing beneath her hands, all that lean, muscular strength she had spent so much time fantasizing over....

He lay her down on the bed and she mewled - actually _mewled_. Eyes hazy with desire opened - when had she closed them? - and she stared pleadingly up at Neji, trying to tug him closer to her. He complied eagerly, laying himself over her and lowering his head for a long, thorough kiss.

Neji had never heard her make that sound before. He had never even imagined Tenten being able to sound so - so _needy_, so soft and whimpery and desperate for _him_, had never thought how it would arouse him so.

He wanted so badly to hear her make that noise again.

What had happened in the shower had been pure sex - hot, hard, passionate sex, fueled by years of pent-up sexual tension. But this - this was making love, and they both reveled in the difference. Their movements were slow, gentle - not from rigid self-control, but out of a mutual, wordless agreement to savor the moment, to explore each other's bodies as they had not been able to do in the first frenzied coupling. They did not want to go faster - they felt languid, and luxuriant, and almost dazed with pleasure.

Tenten writhed sensuously under Neji, her movements somewhat curtailed by his weight on top of her. His face was buried in her breasts, happily suckling on first one, then the other, and then repeating the process. She clutched his head closer, encouraging his warm, questing mouth with both words - if sounds of ecstasy counted as words - and action. She carded her fingers through his damp hair, mindlessly running her hands through it again and again. She was so distracted by the sensations surging through her body she didn't realize Neji had said something until he nuzzled her insistently for an answer.

"Mmm?" she hummed, almost purring, lifting heavy-lidded eyes to his and smiling lazily. The sight was so appealing that Neji had to kiss her again before repeating himself.

"Stupid girl," he said, affectionately, "Why didn't you say you were a virgin? I could have gone slower - gotten you ready." A note of real remorse entered his voice. "I could have made sure I wouldn't hurt you."

Tenten whined a little, because Neji had stopped moving to ask his question. "Neji...."

"Answer my question, Ten." But he rolled his hips against hers, and she purred again.

"Because - I didn't want - to give you time. To think," she explained, her words punctuated by gasps and hitched breaths as Neji began to settle into a steady rhythm. "Didn't want you to back away..."

Neji laughed softly, breathlessly, and Tenten opened her eyes to watch his face in wonder. Neji - laughing. Mr Icebox himself, laughing!

"If anything, you'd have to worry about the opposite thing happening, Ten," he told her, planting small light kisses all over her face. She wriggled in delight, loving the tenderness as much as the physical pleasure. And there was that little nickname... "But a girl's first time should be gentle..."

" I'm not just a _girl_, I'm a kunoichi," Tenten retorted - then her eyes flashed. "And - and just how many 'first times' have you lived through, Hyuuga Neji?"

He really shouldn't be enjoying the flash of jealous temper so much, Neji told himself. But he _was_. He loved that his level-headed, gracious Tenten could be pricked into jealous fits over _him_.

After all, it was only fair. He got jealous over her so easily.

"About a hundred or so," he told her, and kissed her when her eyes flared in rage. "All in my head, and with the same girl...but the reality was so much better than my dreams."

Tenten blinked as she deciphered his meaning. And then she pouted at him. "That was mean, Neji..."

Gods, but she was sexy when she pouted. "Let me make it up to you," Neji said, almost purring himself, and began to thrust into her in earnest. And Tenten agreed - very loudly and multiple times that night - that YES he more than made it up to her.

They didn't leave Neji's bedroom for almost twenty-four hours, and then only to grab some food and then retreat to Tenten's. (Lee's bedroom, they did not notice, had noise-canceling seals newly inscribed on the door) By the time they emerged from the apartment, it had been almost three days, people had been wondering where they were, and they both had been cited for not being available to the Hokage's office for missions.

And they had become thoroughly addicted to each other.

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AN

Please r&r. This is my first posted lemon, and, I'd really like to know what you guys think, and how I could make it better. Thanks!

Next chapter: Shikamaru and Ino visit the Apartment - and a long talk is in order for the two of them.