A Midsummer Night's Dream

.x.

The street lights from the city outside their window filtered in to the small hotel room.

The window was cracked open and the cool breeze was a welcome invitation after the Suna sun had pounded down on them all day.

But despite the chill the desert night had brought upon him, a heat still lingered in the room. A different kind of heat. And it was her fault.

A slight frown rested carefully on Neji's lips while he took in the sleeping form of his teammate.

The sheets were tangled, her arms splayed, her kinked hair fanned out around her face (she had disastrous bed head), and her chest rose and fell slowly, rhythmically.

And there, in her slow, even breathing was Neji's dilemma.

Her tank top had given way, and her breast had escaped.

It rose and fell lazily with her breath. It seemed to spread and relax into her chest, giving into gravity.

It looked soft.

Neji studied the way the milky cream of her skin gave way to the soft pink of her areola and the soft nipple that protruded from it.

He shouldn't be staring.

But what did he do? He couldn't go back to bed with it just hanging out in the open.

What if Lee or Gai saw?

Would she be embarrassed?

He could easily prevent such an incident, just by tugging her shirt back over the soft piece of flesh.

But if he woke her… Oh, there would be hell to pay if she caught him anywhere near her chest.

But it wouldn't be as if he'd had bad intentions. He didn't intend to take advantage of her. Her merely sought to preserve her modesty.

Surely she would understand that.

Right?

Right.

Neji took the two steps required to be at her side and debated how to best tackle the situation.

He watched the supple flesh rise and fall, contemplating what to do.

Granted, the answer was easy, pull the shirt back over her breast, but hand placement was important, and Neji used that as an excuse to admire the soft, feminine curve of his teammate for another minute.

He reached his hand out to grab the fabric, but panicked and withdrew when he accidentally brushed against the decidedly soft protrusion from her areola.

He watched as the nipple stiffened instantly, standing at attention, beckoning to him. Desire stirred inside of him. He wanted to touch it again.

He'd barely sensed it on his hand, yet it clearly had appreciated his caress.

As an ache for her grew inside of him, he stared down the protrusion, fascinated. He felt the blood rush from one head to another and abruptly tugged the fabric over her breast, feeling his hand bump her nipple again.

She moaned very, very softly and shifted in her sleep a little. Her nipple poked at the fabric of her shirt, reminding Neji of its presence.

In an instant he had crossed the room and closed himself in the bathroom, leaning back against the door, sighing in frustration.

He willed the stiffness in his pants to recede, but every time he closed his eyes, her breast manifested itself in his imagination. It was imprinted in his mind, perfect, soft, round, and stiff from his touch.

Closed in the bathroom, Neji knew he had three options.

The sound of the shower might wake his teammates and lead to questions as to why he had decided to shower at 3AM, so a cold rinse was out of the question.

That left two options. Wait it out or…

Wait it out. He could never… not on a mission with everyone on the other side of the door…

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

He counted three exhales before her breast reemerged.

He tried to push it out of his mind, but then he remembered the way her nipple looked as it grew and stiffened, the way it teased him through her shirt. The soft, ever so soft, sound that had erupted from her lips. He thought about releasing her breast again. Touching it on purpose, waking her from her sleep with his fingers.

He imagined how it would feel on his tongue.

Would she arch her back and sigh into his kiss?

Would she whisper soft moans into his ear while he licked and flicked his fingers over her nipples?

Would she beg him to peel off her shorts so that he could…

Fuck. This was the opposite of waiting it out. Neji looked down at the protrusion in his pants and thought about Tenten naked against him, parting her with him and feeling her in ways he'd never quite imagined before.

Reluctantly, his hand moved on its own into his pants and he sighed when he wrapped his fingers around himself.

His thoughts wandered aimlessly. He imagined sucking and plucking at her breasts, dipping his fingers into her panties. He wondered how she would feel against his hand and wrapped around his cock.

He imagined how it would feel if she were to kneel before him and take him into her mouth, that it was her soft hand around him instead of his own.

He thought of the ways he would love her, pleasure her, and gasped at the pleasure he felt.

As his imagination took control, he pushed away from the door and flipped up the toilet lid, hovering over it as he imagined how his name would sound on her lips with desire infused. Would it be soft and breathy, or a low growl in her throat?

When he tipped over the edge, he grunted and spilled into the toilet.

.x.

Tenten woke with a start, gasping. Her chest rose and fell rapidly and her palms were slick with perspiration.

She'd had an awful nightmare. Running through the woods, her last kuani gripped tightly in her hand, her teammates fallen.

Death had been seconds away when her pulse surged and her eyes snapped open.

She felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest. She sat up, leaning against the headboard. She tried to slow her breathing while her eyes adjusted to the dark.

She heard the bed next to her's creak and shift. She glanced over to the source of the sound to see Neji sitting up, stretching.

She frowned, she hoped she hadn't woken him up.

Sure enough, she realized, she had. She watched as he gracefully rose from his bed, crossed the gap in the room, and sat down on the edge of hers.

"Are you okay?" His whisper was filled with concern and Tenten noted the way his eyebrows furrowed.

"I-I think so. Just a bad dream," she whispered back, hoping not to wake Lee and Gai. It was bad enough that she had woken Neji with her nonsense.

She studied his form in the dark, the streetlights from the window aiding her vision.

His hair was loose, and fell over his shoulders. He was wearing a light grey t-shirt and shorts. Tenten was suddenly too aware of the way her breasts hung loosely in her baggy tank top. And her skin tight shorts seemed to constrict her core, trapping in the nervous and alluring heat that pooled between her legs.

Her breath hitched when he leaned in close.

"Are you sure?"

Despite the way her chest pounded and the strength with which the imagery clung to her, Tenten nodded.

She noted the way the corners of his mouth slanted down in a frown. He didn't believe her.

The blood rushed to her face when he swung his legs up onto the bed and leaned against the headboard, next to her.

They were teammates, they were friends, they were practically family, but the intimacy between them now was on a new level, one that Tenten had always fantasized about, but never believed would ever happen.

"Neji, you don't ha-"

She flushed when she felt him press two fingers against her neck. Her pulse surged.

"Your pulse is high."

"It's okay," she lied. "You can go back to bed."

"I don't mind." He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow, studying her.

Tenten hoped his keen eyes could not detect the blush that burned her cheeks. Nervously, she shifted her weight until she was laying on her side as well. She rested her head back into her pillow, looking up at Neji, who was looking over her.

She gingerly tugged the blankets over her shoulder, but felt resistance under Neji's weight. He lifted himself up and pulled the blankets out from under him before covering them both.

Oh god, she thought, he's in bed with me.

And then she thought she might pass out when he leaned over her the tips of his fingers caressed her cheek as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. Her nipples stiffened and her stomach fluttered with desire.

She met his eyes and realized how close his face was to hers. And she trembled when he slanted his lips over hers, catching her in a light kiss.

And then Tenten was in heaven.

His kiss was soft and warm and Tenten was sure that his lips were made to fit with hers.

When he broke the kiss, she clung to his shirt, moving before she realized it. He smirked at her and Tenten gasped at the wickedness behind the smirk.

And then he was kissing her again. This kiss was more urgent and Tenten felt his hands on her body. He cupped her chin and stroked her arm. Rolling over her, Neji broke the barrier of her lips with his tongue and Tenten inhaled sharply as the new sensation probed her mouth.

Instinctively, her legs spread to accommodate his body on top of her. She slung one arm around his waist and used the other hand to push his hair over his shoulder, weaving into the locks as she held his head, keeping his lips tightly against hers.

She felt his hand on her bare stomach, leaving a scorching trail as he ventured further up her torso.

Her nipple tingled with pleasure when his fingers brush over it, teasing it. She sighed into his kiss and she felt him lean into her closer.

She felt something stiff brush her leg and pulled out of the kiss, gasping. She met his eyes, wild with desire and he grinned. She blushed at his boldness. Was she dreaming? She certainly hoped not.

She gasped when he shifted his weight forward and she felt him press against her.

He thrusted against her core again, catching her in another deep kiss.

For the first time, Tenten felt that she was wearing too much to be in front of Neji.

When he pushed into her again she arched her back off the bed.

When his hands found her hips and began to peel her shorts down, his lips found her neck and she moaned.

Realizing too late that the sound was too loud, Tenten sat up in a panic.

And then she was alone in her bed.

She had sat straight up, rocketing out of her dream, sucking in deep, cold gulps of air.

The fabric of her shirt stretched and stroked her stiff nipples. She was wet and she wanted him.

Early morning sunlight was filtering through the window and she could see the sleeping form of her teammates in their beds.

She tossed the blankets off of her and snuck to the bathroom. She needed time alone to cool down before anyone else woke up.

She turned on the shower and stripped her clothes, before stepping under the warm water. She sighed and began to wash herself quickly.

But when she ran her soapy fingers over the soft mound between her legs she remembered her dream and sighed.

She looked up at the shower head. It was detachable and had several settings. She bit her lip before pulling it off it's hook and adjusting the stream to the "massage" setting.

The pleasure the water brought her was intense and overwhelming and when she came it was powerful and rocked her whole body. She hunched over, moaning silently and ripped the stream away as her orgasm faded.

Her legs wobbled and when she tried to hang the shower head back up she slipped. Tenten yelped a curse, and braced herself, falling on her hands and knees, dragging the shower curtain open as she fell. The shower head slammed off the tub and she grabbed it before it could spray water everywhere.

She heard the bathroom door open and Neji's voice.

"Are you alright?"

"Uh…" she curled her knees up to her chest and sat up, pushing her back against the cold tile. "Yeah, I think so."

He looked down at her, making sure she was unhurt before averting his gaze. She suddenly felt a chill run through her. The warm air was escaping and she was left dripping wet, curled into a ball to hide her nakedness. The only sound was the water pelting the side of the tub, still on the "massage" setting.

Neji leaned over the tub and plucked the shower head from her hand, studying it for a second. Her cheeks burned, mortified. She wondered if he suspected…

He twisted through the settings, returning it to it's normal flow, and shut off the water. He hung the shower head back up and leaned over to the toilet, where she had placed a towel.

Keeping his gaze averted, he handed her the towel and she took it, tucking it between her chest and legs.

When she looked back up, she saw Neji's hand. Placing her's in his, she let him pull her up and help her step out of the tub.

She watched him look over her form again, checking for any obvious injuries, as she secured the towel around her body properly.

"I think I'm okay now, Neji. Thanks."

He nodded and let himself out of the bathroom. He didn't bother to comment on her unusual lack of grace or ask for an explanation and for that, she was glad.

.x.

A larger than life grin spread across his lips. Lee loved mornings! He loved training! He loved his sensei! He loved his teammates! He loved his youth! He loved his life!

Today was decidedly a youthful day!

He didn't even mind the way the small pebbles pushed into his palms as he walked on them throughout the town, his sensei by his side.

All around, residents of Suna gave curious glances, but Lee didn't mind. His training regimen was far more important than the opinions of strangers.

Besides, only a few opinions mattered to Lee and the list was short.

Gai-sensei (his sensei!), Neji (his eternal rival!), Tenten (his blossoming lotus!), Naruto (his eternal rival in love!), and his beloved, Sakura-chan (his beloved!)

Of course, there were others, but these five were his priority. He always trained to be stronger for them. And he hoped one day that he would train his way into Sakura's heart.

"Gai-sensei! It is a beautiful morning for training!"

His green-clad sensei flashed him a bright, white smile and Lee felt his heart swell.

"Yes, Lee! We should finish our 500 laps just in time for breakfast!"

"I hope that Neji and Tenten are ready!"

"I am sure they will be! Tenten had risen before us to take a shower! And Neji rises very early as well! It is quite youthful to rise with the sun, Lee."

"Agreed, Gai-sensei!"

They rounded the corner and approached the hotel. Lee pushed away the ache in his back as he grinned with pride at the completion of another lap.

"Yosh! Lap 349, complete!" He cheered inwardly, trying to retain his balance as his excitement shook his arms.

"Lap 350, here we come!" Cheered Gai.

Lee felt his arms steady as a second wave of strength hit him and he found himself walking faster.

"Gai-sensei! Let us do this lap at twice the speed!"

"A wonderfully youthful idea, my dear Lee!"

"Yosh!"

And together they sped off.

.x.

The atmosphere in the hotel room was… awkward.

Both Neji and Tenten felt the tension, however both believed that it was one sided.

Tenten's checks still warmed whenever her eyes found him. Despite the relief she had found earlier in the morning, her nipples still tingled and stiffened whenever she met his eyes. And her panties were wet again. No matter how she tried to steer her thoughts, her core still oozed.

She watched him carefully across the room, while he sipped tea and pretended to read from a scroll. She wanted his lips attached to hers, his hands on her, her emptiness craved to be filled by him. She wanted nothing more than to be consumed by him.

Neji, on the other hand, was not currently aroused. He was nervous and embarrassed about his actions the previous night. Even though he had gotten away with everything he had done, he felt as if the incident clung to him, like a leach on his back. He swore she could see it. How did she not know what had happened?

Maybe she did. He sighed over the scroll in front of him. He had read the same paragraph half a dozen times and retained none of the information.

She was watching him.

She tried to hide it, but they both knew it was useless to. His senses were too keen, her chakra signature too familiar.

They were too comfortable with each other for secrets. Yet here they were, sitting across from each other, both trying desperately to hide something from the other.

When he felt her eyes on his again, he looked away from his scroll and to her. He watched the blush creep up her face when their eyes met.

She'd been caught staring, red handed.

He pushed himself up from the table in one swift and fluid motion and crossed the room just as quickly and gracefully.

Tenten pushed her back into the headboard trying to distance herself, trying to make herself smaller.

She held her breath when she looked up into his eyes. He was leaning over her, hovering.

His chest rose and fell softly and his fingers curled around the headboard, near her ear.

They were both at their breaking points, stressed, anxious, and, in Tenten's case, aroused.

When she found her breath again it was ragged. Only one thought tore through her mind: Consume me.

His voice brought her back to reality. Barely. She floated on the surface of her fantasy, trembling underneath him.

"Tenten," his voice was deep and soft. "Tenten," his voice was warm and smooth. "Tenten." His voice was rough and demanding. She loved it.

Her eyes shifted back into focus and she was greeted with annoyance. The corners of his lips were turned down slightly and his brows softly furrowed.

Tenten quickly collected herself and smiled up at him, stretching her neck out, itching to be even just the tiniest bit closer to his lips.

"What's up?"

Confusion mingled with his annoyance at the ease with which she had finally greeted him with.

"Something on your mind?" His question was blunt.

Her answer?

You.

"No, why?"

"I am trying to read our mission report and you are being very distracting."

"I'm not doing anything," she whispered, hoping she sounded innocent enough. "How is my sitting here distracting?" Her eyes narrowed slightly, she hoped that there was just enough allure in her voice to lure him in, to make him fall onto her lips.

She wanted him, but she was too afraid to confess. Surely he would reject her if she initiated, so she lead him on, waiting and praying for him to make the first move.

Neji paled at her question. Surely he could not answer her question without causing more trouble for himself.

How was she distracting him?

Breathing.

Her very breathing was distracting him. The way her breasts rose and fell under her shirt was distracting him.

The image in his mind of the soft and supple skin spilling out of her shirt was distracting him.

The way he had made her nipple stiffen with the lightest touch was distracting him.

The way he had closed himself in the bathroom and pleasured himself to her image was distracting him.

He rolled several possible answers on his tongue for another minute before he found his voice.

"Hn."

And then he pushed himself away and crossed the room again, sitting back down in his chair, staring at the words in front of him. He leaned his face in his hand, elbow pressed into the hard surface of the table. The sharp black calligraphy contrasted evenly over the white rice paper of the scroll, but the kanji was blurry, his vision unfocused.

He was looking past the words, looking inwards, looking at her breast.


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