Like everyday. It never changed. Never faltered. That's why he loved it so greatly. The fluency. The perfection.
Smooth, ideal spars. Her smiles. Her sweat. It all sped his heart, leaving him breathless. Never too much, never to little.
Her arms swept through the air, angling her wrist exactly. Grinning as her weapon sliced through the air with just the slightest whistle. Wincing as he dodged it with ease. And again. And again. Soon they littered the floor, her flawlessly aimed toys, laying useless on the dry earth.
He grows cocky. Lifting the edges of his lips. So lightly, just barley there. And then, she's behind him, with her weapon to his throat. Turning. A swift kick.. Duck. Jump. Throw.
And she's pinned, grunting under his weight.
Eyes angle towards each other. And they smile. She licks her lips. He sifts his weight. And they disperse.
She laughs. High. Like bells.
He sits back. Content.
Laying down spreading her arms in a arc,(the same as for throwing) she closes her eyes. Rising and falling, chest labored with heavy breath. Then... it slows. And her heartbeat pales.
She sleeps. So angelically. Lips pulled taught. In his smirk.
And he, he can't help but to repeat the action. Leaning over. Hand reaching. He stokes the disarray of her hair. Smiling broader.
For, she's his.
If only for the moment.
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Neji and Tenten.
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