Only Training

His body settled in beside her, and for the first time that night, he took a moment to observe her form rather than feel it. Scars littered her light bronze skin, faded and familiar. Though there were a few new scars, still raised and pink, that he could not recognize, it gave him a warm feeling to know her body so well. Fingers fluttered over her skin, tracing the new and old markings alike, until he came to a large red line on her thigh.



“What is this from?” Neji asked, running his fingertips over and around it. She withheld a shiver.



“A mission I had a few weeks ago,” Tenten replied, glancing down at the newly healed wound. He nodded. The goose bumps on her flesh told him that she would respond to his touch again, now recovering from the previous climax. Without another word, he kissed her, leaning over her loosened body. Tenten felt more relaxed than she had before the academy.



“Mmm, Neji,” she mumbled, splaying her fingers across his lips. His kisses fell on her fingertips.



“Hn?” was his eloquent response. A gentle hand wrapped around his length, causing air to rush between her fingertips. She smiled deviously, pressing and stroking him to full arousal. Arms tensed beside her head, body jolting every so often, as he contained his lust.



“Neji,” she whispered, watching his expression carefully. His mouth fell open every now and then, loosing little gasps, while his eyes fluttered shut more often, accompanying the little tenses in his thighs. A hand sought blindly to remove hers, pulling it away a little too quickly. Tenten wondered briefly if she had done something wrong.



“I’m—close--,” he struggled, fighting the pre-orgasmic shocks along his body. Tenten flushed, apologizing hastily. His forehead came to rest on her shoulder as it passed, and he whispered an acknowledgment into her skin. Their lips met again.



“Neji?” she gasped, feeling him flicker across her wetness. The press became more insistent as he groaned lowly into her lips. His head smoothed along her inner folds, becoming slick with residual moisture. She was instantly responsive, brought swiftly to a state of arousal once more. The motions that he made were so decisive and firm, and the way he groaned against her flesh, Tenten could hardly believe the message she was receiving. Neji wanted her. Tenten found herself wanting him just as hard.



All movement ceased, and the world revolved without her. Neji found her eyes, asking, questing, apologizing, and Tenten wouldn’t have refused him for anything. They kissed.



She withheld a sob.



He was flush against her, willing himself to still against his body’s needs, and Tenten buried her face in his naked shoulder, wetting the skin with tears. Neji feared for an endless moment that he had gone too far, that she was irrevocably damaged, that the blood seeping from her was entirely unnatural, but Tenten whispered and shifted against him to prove that she was truly all right.



And she was moving against him, coaxing him to respond, and Neji forgot his worries. It began slow, exploring and curious, the Hyuuga discovering particulars of inner female anatomy. Tenten guided him now and then, briskly and pithily, unable to say much more than two syllables between moans.



“D-deeper,” she breathed, moaning shortly and generously as he complied. Arms fell across his shoulders, pulling him deeper still. Her thighs tensed similarly around his lower back. Neji panted into her hair, withholding the urge to ravage her immediately. He settled for a slightly faster pace, taking her increased vocalizations as cues to give her more.



It grew furious then, their sheer strength and vicious instincts taking over, and each was a bit frightened by the raw power of the other. In an instant, they were man and woman, shinobi and kunoichi, vicious fighters, and vicious lovers. Their eyes met and the world stopped spinning.



“Tenten,” he whispered harshly, lips pulled into a tight line. Her body rippled below him, tensing for an endless moment as a scream ripped from her throat, though it was unheard by either person. Neji sighed as the pressure escaped him, falling into a soundless abyss. He stared unseeing at the woman below him, still tumbling down from his climax with her. Mutual warmth spread through the both of them, and skin met once more as he eased his weight over her, careful as he could be to avoid crushing her.



Their senses returned after a time, until he was attuned to the harshness of her breath and she to the solid thudding of his heartbeat. A heavy sigh escaped her. Neji smiled into her skin, letting the fatigue dictate his consciousness. Tenten didn’t even mention that they were above the blankets. She was too worn to care. His head shifted over her shoulder gently, lips planting little tender kisses over the sheen of sweat.



“Neji,” she whispered, relenting to his caress. He leaned above her, catching her sight. They kissed.



“I think…,” he began gently, unable to meet her eyes for a moment, “that I love you.”



Though the phrase sounded uncertain, Tenten knew that it meant more than the three little words by themselves coming from Neji. She smiled, feeling the glow on her skin.



“I think I do, too.”