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Help Believing
Title: Help Believing (One-Shot)
Pairing: Neji/Tenten
Length: 2115 words
Rating: Strong M (NC-17)
Warnings: Adult material (a bit on the PWP side) but NO bad language.
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto or these characters, blah, blah, blah...
Just for this moment,
As long as you’re mine.
I’ve lost all resistance,
And crossed some borderline.
--“As Long As You’re Mine,” from Wicked: The Musical
Help Believing
It is not a sound that rouses her from her sleep. That would be something a genin would do and no low-ranked shinobi would have dared entered her room. No, she doesn’t hear the intruder so much as feel him. He isn’t masking his chakra. It’s burning clear as crystal and she almost chuckles. Stupid man. With a furious leap, she has the four kunai from beneath her pillow flying toward the source of the chakra and is on her feet, drawing the katana at her bedside. Unfortunately, it seems the intruder expected this and is before her in a flash, pinning her hands to the wall above her shoulders.
“It’s me,” he says in a low almost strained voice, trying to still her movement.
“Neji?” she whispers, mildly startled, letting her weapons fall to the floor. “What are you doing here?” she continues, trying to reign in the rush of adrenaline enough to make out his face in the dark. When she does, she finds him looking back and forth between her eyes, brow furrowed. And she can see he’s battling something in his mind. “Is something wrong?” she questions, worry getting the better of her.
His jaw tightens and he pulls the mask from his hair to let it join her knives on the floor. “No…” he says rigidly, and then abruptly shakes his head and murmurs, “Yes.” She can see his shoulders tense as he looks past her to the wall. Swallowing the lump building in her throat, she steels herself. She knows whatever he is about to tell her must be grave. However, when his eyes reconnect with hers, the answer is anything but what she’d been prepared for. Her jaw goes slack, lips falling open in comprehension. Desire. There is no mistaking it. His eyes very nearly burn with it. And when he says her name, “Tenten,” it comes out almost like a plea.
He leans down and drops one hand to curve behind her neck, sharing a breath and giving her the opportunity to push him away, before he claims her mouth with his. And for once there is no pretense between them, no restraint in his message. She hears what he’s telling her. He wants this… wants her. And knowing it makes her heart race.
He moves in to press against her, so close that only his uniform and her sleeping yukata separate their torsos. And her throat goes dry at the feel of him, solid and hot, against her. And she can’t seem to focus on anything but the fact that he is markedly aroused and not hiding the fact. She never considered herself to be overly girlish in nature. But his kiss, his undisguised intention for her, has her weak in the knees like some common genin kunoichi.
He breathes in hot measured breaths across her lips. And there are no more words spoken between them. She can’t compose the right ones at the moment anyway and he never was one to waste them when actions spoke louder. He knows if she wanted him to stop, she’d not have allowed it to come this far. And she’s aware that he knows this, pulling him down to slide her tongue into his mouth, telling him she doesn’t want him to stop any time soon.
A groan slithers low from his throat and he takes hold of her waist, pushing her up the wall until she has to wrap a leg around him to keep her balance. Her other leg insinuates itself between his knees, slinking upward to rock against him. And with a tiny and wholly uncharacteristic grunt his hands fall to her bottom, dragging her in tighter against him. She gasps and pushes her deft fingers beneath the fabric of the dark gloves at his bare upper arms, tugging them and their bindings down, letting her hands grip at muscles she only ever admired in secret. His hands, in turn, find their way to her thighs, squeezing and pulling them both around his hips as he rocks back into her.
Holding her tight to him, he steps backward and turns to sit her back on the futon. Lying over her and releasing her legs to drape down the backs of his thighs, he leans in to press his lips to the delicate skin below her jaw. She sighs, unhooking his grey armored vest, before slipping her small calloused hands beneath both it and his dark shirt to push them up to his chest. Moving back to sit up on his knees, he pulls them both over his head, letting his hair fall over his naked shoulder.
And he pauses, taking a moment to actually look at her for the first time since entering her room. She is laying spread out beneath him, chestnut hair unbound and tangled on the bedsheets beneath her, robe slightly open at the bottom as her legs lay surrounding him. And those almost-too familiar brown eyes stare up at him, warm, waiting, wanting.
And for once in his life, he appears unsure about his actions.
She sees the hesitation in his eyes, waiting only a split-second before reaching for the waistband of his pants to tug him back down to her. She’s not letting him lock himself back up in his cage tonight. He looks at her, face unreadable for a moment as she tugs the tie to her yukata loose and pulls the cotton back from her bare skin. And instantly, like the clear sound of breaking glass, he seems to finally understand her intention.
Casting a piercing look at her, he bends swiftly to lift her knees up over his elbows and moves down between her thighs. She wants to smirk at his directness, he always has been one to get right down to it, but settles on panting silently in anticipation as she watches him--her old teammate, her friend, her embarrassingly long-harbored crush, and THE ninja to beat as far a she and Lee were concerned--lave her with a lover’s tongue. And the image combined with the sensation of that cool wet tongue is too much and she arches and tries not to moan too loudly.
In the back of her mind, she wonders where he learned to do this or if he really is just a prodigy at everything he does. But, he moves his tongue quickly and couples it with his fingers, hitting the right spots with perfect accuracy, and she forgets to care. She’s so close she can feel her muscles twitching, begging for release. Looking back down, wanting to see his eyes as he finishes her, she registers the telltale protrusion of veins across his face and almost feels like laughing. Cheater.
As though sensing her thought, his eyes shift back to hers, challenging in their white intensity. And at that moment, he curls his fingers inside her and she comes so hard she can’t even spare the breath for a laugh. Her ears are humming and her vision righting itself as she feels his bare chest pressing into hers. And she reaches up into his hair to tug him down into a fierce kiss.
She’s surprised for a moment by the taste of herself before she’s grinning into his mouth and reaching for the fasteners of his trousers. And as soon as she has them open, she’s got a hand down the front, stroking the heel of her palm heavily up his length. He releases her mouth with a sharp intake of breath, shoots her another intense look that tells her she’d better be ready for what she’s asking for, and moves swiftly to the side of the bed to dispose of the remainder of his uniform. Hands shaky with excitement, she reaches down above her belly, performs the quick hand gestures of the jutsus she needs for protection and waits as he finishes sliding off his clothes.
Her breath catches as he turns and crawls back over her, his pale skin even paler in the dark, his body even nicer without the uniform. And she quickly hooks her ankles at the small of his back and wonders why she hadn’t ever thought to break into his room, push him up against a wall and get him out of his clothes before.
His hands take hold of her bottom, kneading the muscles slowly as he kisses her again. And she knows he’s asking permission. Her legs tighten to pull him flush against her and with a small thrust of her hips, she answers. His breath comes in warm moist pants across her face as he reaches between them to position himself. And it takes every ounce of her training to keep herself from howling in pleasure as he thrusts fast and is suddenly inside her, hot and hard and unmoving.
When she tilts her head to look up at him, he is already looking down at her, staring at her in wonder, like he’d never seen her before. Like he had never really known her before. And their eyes lock for a split-second--and she sees something in his expression, something she can’t quite read, replace the shock--before he’s suddenly on her like a lion, taking and thrusting and letting himself free in her.
She grabs at his back and moves in time with him as his hips flex quickly and smoothly against the flesh of her inner thighs. And his pelvis is grinding into her at just the angle she needs and she doesn’t care if he is cheating with those eyes of his, he’s amazing and he feels perfect and he’s with her and he’s brought her there again and she’s so close she can almost taste it building in the back of her throat. And then she feels him tense and he’s coming in a hot rush inside her and he thrusts hard and her world erupts, vision exploding into shards of white and black and pale skin, and her body is pulling him in and it feels like every joint in her limbs has come violently unhinged and her mouth falls open to roar at the sheer ecstasy of it all but she can’t seem to make her lungs push the air out to do so.
When she comes down, choking on her breaths, she feels him still inside her, lying heavily above her, panting. And she bites her lip, grinning slightly at the knot of long dark hair clutched messily in her hands. She untangles her fingers and legs from him as he gently pulls back, tugs the sheets over them and moves to lie at her side. She stares at the ceiling, still breathing heavily, as he quietly settles in on the other half of the bed.
And they stay like that for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts, before she rolls onto her side and throws an arm across his chest. He doesn’t breathe for a half a heartbeat as her fingers begin to draw circles over his sweaty skin. But after a few awkward seconds, he shifts to slide his arm beneath her neck and places his hand softly at her back.
“Too close?” she asks, looking up searchingly into his eyes. She doesn’t want him to think she’s jumping to any conclusions. She doesn’t want him to think she needs justifications. She doesn’t want him to think she’s going to get hurt. She doesn’t want him to think anything at all. She knows, for whatever reason, he needed her tonight. And if that’s all he could give her right now, then that’s what she would take.
The disquiet in his eyes is clear, though, as he briefly looks back to her. And her heart wrenches a little before he answers, “No,” voice firm and honest, as sure as it ever was. And, for her, that’s more than enough. Tonight she doesn’t need any further assurance.
The tightness in his grip and the tension in his breathing, however, tell her that he still does. Stupid man. Closing her eyes with a smile, she leans her head on his shoulder and murmurs softly, “Don’t think so much, Neji. Not everything needs to be explained.” He stares at her for a moment, expression inscrutable.
Then, with the deep sigh of a man who’s resigned to inevitability, his shoulders relax and he turns his head to look out the window. She quietly watches him gaze out at the night sky and wonders, hiding her growing smile against his skin, if he knows he’s running his fingers through the ends of her hair.
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Pairing: Neji/Tenten
Length: 2115 words
Rating: Strong M (NC-17)
Warnings: Adult material (a bit on the PWP side) but NO bad language.
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto or these characters, blah, blah, blah...
Just for this moment,
As long as you’re mine.
I’ve lost all resistance,
And crossed some borderline.
--“As Long As You’re Mine,” from Wicked: The Musical
Help Believing
It is not a sound that rouses her from her sleep. That would be something a genin would do and no low-ranked shinobi would have dared entered her room. No, she doesn’t hear the intruder so much as feel him. He isn’t masking his chakra. It’s burning clear as crystal and she almost chuckles. Stupid man. With a furious leap, she has the four kunai from beneath her pillow flying toward the source of the chakra and is on her feet, drawing the katana at her bedside. Unfortunately, it seems the intruder expected this and is before her in a flash, pinning her hands to the wall above her shoulders.
“It’s me,” he says in a low almost strained voice, trying to still her movement.
“Neji?” she whispers, mildly startled, letting her weapons fall to the floor. “What are you doing here?” she continues, trying to reign in the rush of adrenaline enough to make out his face in the dark. When she does, she finds him looking back and forth between her eyes, brow furrowed. And she can see he’s battling something in his mind. “Is something wrong?” she questions, worry getting the better of her.
His jaw tightens and he pulls the mask from his hair to let it join her knives on the floor. “No…” he says rigidly, and then abruptly shakes his head and murmurs, “Yes.” She can see his shoulders tense as he looks past her to the wall. Swallowing the lump building in her throat, she steels herself. She knows whatever he is about to tell her must be grave. However, when his eyes reconnect with hers, the answer is anything but what she’d been prepared for. Her jaw goes slack, lips falling open in comprehension. Desire. There is no mistaking it. His eyes very nearly burn with it. And when he says her name, “Tenten,” it comes out almost like a plea.
He leans down and drops one hand to curve behind her neck, sharing a breath and giving her the opportunity to push him away, before he claims her mouth with his. And for once there is no pretense between them, no restraint in his message. She hears what he’s telling her. He wants this… wants her. And knowing it makes her heart race.
He moves in to press against her, so close that only his uniform and her sleeping yukata separate their torsos. And her throat goes dry at the feel of him, solid and hot, against her. And she can’t seem to focus on anything but the fact that he is markedly aroused and not hiding the fact. She never considered herself to be overly girlish in nature. But his kiss, his undisguised intention for her, has her weak in the knees like some common genin kunoichi.
He breathes in hot measured breaths across her lips. And there are no more words spoken between them. She can’t compose the right ones at the moment anyway and he never was one to waste them when actions spoke louder. He knows if she wanted him to stop, she’d not have allowed it to come this far. And she’s aware that he knows this, pulling him down to slide her tongue into his mouth, telling him she doesn’t want him to stop any time soon.
A groan slithers low from his throat and he takes hold of her waist, pushing her up the wall until she has to wrap a leg around him to keep her balance. Her other leg insinuates itself between his knees, slinking upward to rock against him. And with a tiny and wholly uncharacteristic grunt his hands fall to her bottom, dragging her in tighter against him. She gasps and pushes her deft fingers beneath the fabric of the dark gloves at his bare upper arms, tugging them and their bindings down, letting her hands grip at muscles she only ever admired in secret. His hands, in turn, find their way to her thighs, squeezing and pulling them both around his hips as he rocks back into her.
Holding her tight to him, he steps backward and turns to sit her back on the futon. Lying over her and releasing her legs to drape down the backs of his thighs, he leans in to press his lips to the delicate skin below her jaw. She sighs, unhooking his grey armored vest, before slipping her small calloused hands beneath both it and his dark shirt to push them up to his chest. Moving back to sit up on his knees, he pulls them both over his head, letting his hair fall over his naked shoulder.
And he pauses, taking a moment to actually look at her for the first time since entering her room. She is laying spread out beneath him, chestnut hair unbound and tangled on the bedsheets beneath her, robe slightly open at the bottom as her legs lay surrounding him. And those almost-too familiar brown eyes stare up at him, warm, waiting, wanting.
And for once in his life, he appears unsure about his actions.
She sees the hesitation in his eyes, waiting only a split-second before reaching for the waistband of his pants to tug him back down to her. She’s not letting him lock himself back up in his cage tonight. He looks at her, face unreadable for a moment as she tugs the tie to her yukata loose and pulls the cotton back from her bare skin. And instantly, like the clear sound of breaking glass, he seems to finally understand her intention.
Casting a piercing look at her, he bends swiftly to lift her knees up over his elbows and moves down between her thighs. She wants to smirk at his directness, he always has been one to get right down to it, but settles on panting silently in anticipation as she watches him--her old teammate, her friend, her embarrassingly long-harbored crush, and THE ninja to beat as far a she and Lee were concerned--lave her with a lover’s tongue. And the image combined with the sensation of that cool wet tongue is too much and she arches and tries not to moan too loudly.
In the back of her mind, she wonders where he learned to do this or if he really is just a prodigy at everything he does. But, he moves his tongue quickly and couples it with his fingers, hitting the right spots with perfect accuracy, and she forgets to care. She’s so close she can feel her muscles twitching, begging for release. Looking back down, wanting to see his eyes as he finishes her, she registers the telltale protrusion of veins across his face and almost feels like laughing. Cheater.
As though sensing her thought, his eyes shift back to hers, challenging in their white intensity. And at that moment, he curls his fingers inside her and she comes so hard she can’t even spare the breath for a laugh. Her ears are humming and her vision righting itself as she feels his bare chest pressing into hers. And she reaches up into his hair to tug him down into a fierce kiss.
She’s surprised for a moment by the taste of herself before she’s grinning into his mouth and reaching for the fasteners of his trousers. And as soon as she has them open, she’s got a hand down the front, stroking the heel of her palm heavily up his length. He releases her mouth with a sharp intake of breath, shoots her another intense look that tells her she’d better be ready for what she’s asking for, and moves swiftly to the side of the bed to dispose of the remainder of his uniform. Hands shaky with excitement, she reaches down above her belly, performs the quick hand gestures of the jutsus she needs for protection and waits as he finishes sliding off his clothes.
Her breath catches as he turns and crawls back over her, his pale skin even paler in the dark, his body even nicer without the uniform. And she quickly hooks her ankles at the small of his back and wonders why she hadn’t ever thought to break into his room, push him up against a wall and get him out of his clothes before.
His hands take hold of her bottom, kneading the muscles slowly as he kisses her again. And she knows he’s asking permission. Her legs tighten to pull him flush against her and with a small thrust of her hips, she answers. His breath comes in warm moist pants across her face as he reaches between them to position himself. And it takes every ounce of her training to keep herself from howling in pleasure as he thrusts fast and is suddenly inside her, hot and hard and unmoving.
When she tilts her head to look up at him, he is already looking down at her, staring at her in wonder, like he’d never seen her before. Like he had never really known her before. And their eyes lock for a split-second--and she sees something in his expression, something she can’t quite read, replace the shock--before he’s suddenly on her like a lion, taking and thrusting and letting himself free in her.
She grabs at his back and moves in time with him as his hips flex quickly and smoothly against the flesh of her inner thighs. And his pelvis is grinding into her at just the angle she needs and she doesn’t care if he is cheating with those eyes of his, he’s amazing and he feels perfect and he’s with her and he’s brought her there again and she’s so close she can almost taste it building in the back of her throat. And then she feels him tense and he’s coming in a hot rush inside her and he thrusts hard and her world erupts, vision exploding into shards of white and black and pale skin, and her body is pulling him in and it feels like every joint in her limbs has come violently unhinged and her mouth falls open to roar at the sheer ecstasy of it all but she can’t seem to make her lungs push the air out to do so.
When she comes down, choking on her breaths, she feels him still inside her, lying heavily above her, panting. And she bites her lip, grinning slightly at the knot of long dark hair clutched messily in her hands. She untangles her fingers and legs from him as he gently pulls back, tugs the sheets over them and moves to lie at her side. She stares at the ceiling, still breathing heavily, as he quietly settles in on the other half of the bed.
And they stay like that for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts, before she rolls onto her side and throws an arm across his chest. He doesn’t breathe for a half a heartbeat as her fingers begin to draw circles over his sweaty skin. But after a few awkward seconds, he shifts to slide his arm beneath her neck and places his hand softly at her back.
“Too close?” she asks, looking up searchingly into his eyes. She doesn’t want him to think she’s jumping to any conclusions. She doesn’t want him to think she needs justifications. She doesn’t want him to think she’s going to get hurt. She doesn’t want him to think anything at all. She knows, for whatever reason, he needed her tonight. And if that’s all he could give her right now, then that’s what she would take.
The disquiet in his eyes is clear, though, as he briefly looks back to her. And her heart wrenches a little before he answers, “No,” voice firm and honest, as sure as it ever was. And, for her, that’s more than enough. Tonight she doesn’t need any further assurance.
The tightness in his grip and the tension in his breathing, however, tell her that he still does. Stupid man. Closing her eyes with a smile, she leans her head on his shoulder and murmurs softly, “Don’t think so much, Neji. Not everything needs to be explained.” He stares at her for a moment, expression inscrutable.
Then, with the deep sigh of a man who’s resigned to inevitability, his shoulders relax and he turns his head to look out the window. She quietly watches him gaze out at the night sky and wonders, hiding her growing smile against his skin, if he knows he’s running his fingers through the ends of her hair.
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