I sleep on my back 'cause it's good for the spine,
And coffin rehearsal.
I know a psychic who reads her own palm,
And her findings are personal.
She keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side,

Well maybe she knows something I don't know.

- Why?
 Fatalist Palmistry

Neji furrowed his brows as a wave of mild irritation slid across his face. "What are you doing?" His tone was stern, but it still elicited a giggle from Tenten. One eye popped open and Neji found his teammate sitting on the grass across from him. The smile on her face seemed innocent enough, but Neji knew better.

She had interrupted his meditation session, again. He knew she was bored, and that trying to wait him out was better than more training with Lee and Guy, but her she got bored easily. She would try to find something to distract her, but it almost always ended in her trying to relieve her boredom by interrupting Neji. Today he had caught her trying to steal glances at his hand. It had seemed innocent enough, but he knew exactly what she was up to. Neji turned his hands over so that his palms lay against his knees. "You're no fun," she teased.

Neji ignored her comment and closed his eye again, hoping to slip back into his practice. As he began to empty his mind again a heavy sigh pulled him back to reality.

Neji knew she never intended to interrupt his sessions so much. He knew this because he usually found himself across from a guilty looking Tenten.

He opened his eyes now to that all familiar sight. She sat cross legged in front of him, her shoulders were hunched forward. She rested her chin in her hand, elbow pressing into her knee. She appeared to be gazing at the grass, but Neji could see that her focus was elsewhere. He suspected his practice wouldn't be going much further today.

"What?"

Tenten dropped her hand from her chin and looked up at Neji, eyes widening a little as her lower lip slid out in a gentle pout.

Fuck.

It was cute. Unavoidably cute. And manipulative. Neji hated it when she pouted. Partially because Tenten was strong and independent. She was one of the toughest and most mature of the kunoichi in the Konoha 11, yet she still felt the need to fall into girlish stereotypes from time to time to get what she wanted. But Neji mostly hated it, because it worked on him and he didn't know why.

He had expected it to work on Guy or Lee, they were easy targets, but Neji prided himself on not letting his emotions control his decisions. He hated to admit that he could give into her pout just as easily as the two of them. Instead, he would try and string out his inevitable defeat by toying with Tenten and trying to annoy her instead.

And at this moment her soft, pink lip was issuing a challenge.

"Just let me see your hand for a second." There was a hint of a whine in her voice, but her body language betrayed her as she sat up eagerly.

"Why?" Neji knew why though. Tenten loved fortune telling. Many training sessions had ended with her and Lee sitting across from each other with either a deck of cards between them or his outstretched hand in hers. Lee loved it when she would pull out a deck of tarot cards and always wanted her to give him a reading. Tenten was good at it too. Neji would eavesdrop on their sessions, faking his meditative state. Neji was impressed by her detail and accuracy. She never claimed to know the future, nor would she make childish, stereotypical predictions about life, love or death.

Neji had never let her read his fortune, but it had never stopped her from trying. And right now she was trying.

"I just want to see…" she trailed off, trying to sound innocent.

Neji sighed. "There's nothing to see in my hand, Tenten." He always had tried to make her think that he didn't believe in fortunetelling, but the truth was that as a man who had spent most of his life believing that fate was inevitable, he did believe.

His apprehension laid in the simple fact that Neji didn't want to know what kind of information she could pull form the lines in his hand, and if he didn't want to know, he certainly didn't want her to know.

"Please, Neji?" Her pout grew ever so slightly.

"Do you really think that you can pout your way into a yes?"

Tenten's lip pulled back and a smile spread across her lips. "Yes."

Damnit.

Neji kept his act up and smirked. "Not today." If he could just hold off a little longer, he might have a chance of winning.

Tenten huffed in frustration. She let her chin fall into her hand again and let her focus drift.

"Fine." She sounded irritated. He might have actually won. He smiled inwardly and closed his eyes, hoping that he might be able to squeeze in another few minutes of meditation before she tried to get his attention again.

He was wrong.

As soon as his eyes closed he felt her hand on his. His breath hitched as he felt her swiftly and gently pull his hand into her lap and twist his wrist so that his palm faced her. His eyes flew open.

Neji clenched his fist and pulled back, half heartedly. "Tenten."

"Please, Neji? Just this once?" She looked up at him again, with that wicked pout. Another wave of irritation passed across Neji's face and they both knew that she had won.

"Fine." He admitted defeat with an irritated sigh and a smile lit across Tenten's face. He relaxed his fist as she pulled his hand back into her lap. Tenten uncoiled his fingers as she hunched over to study his hand.

"Your hand is cold, but I'm not surprised." She smiled.

"We're outside," Neji stated bluntly. "It's early fall and breezy."

"I bet they're always a bit cold," she stated, "It means that you are generous but reserved."

"I don't see how the temperature of my hands can tell you that."

"You're also very smart, but you worry too much." Neji raised an eyebrow. "I can tell that by the length of your hands," she added.

"I don't worry too-"

"Then why won't you ever let me see your hand? Afraid I might learn something you don't want me to know?" Tenten teased him, but she was right. Neji tried to brush it off.

"Whatever."

"Next, the lines." Neji frowned. "I'll start with the fate line." She traced the line up his palm with her nail. Neji tried not to react to the tickling sensation but she giggled when she felt his muscles twitch. "The line isn't too deep, so you're life is not controlled by fate nearly as much as you seem to think. But the line is broken up a bit, meaning that you're life is influenced by outside forces."

"Seems vague," Neji lied. In truth his mind had already wandered back to the Chunin exams where Naruto had done just that. His battle with Naurto had changed the course of his life and he did not experience the same anger and resentment as he once had. He no longer believed that fate controlled his life, but still accepted that there were outside forces he couldn't control. It was a balance.

"Next," she continued, "the life line… You have two!" She smiled.

"Two?"

"Yeah! It can mean a few things," she explained, "sometimes twins have two life lines, it could mean you're living a double life," she gave him a suspicious look, teasing him. "But, more likely, it means that you have someone watching over you, or you've found your soul mate." She looked up at him.

"Lee has two life lines, I'm pretty sure that the second one represents Guy-sensei."

"Huh."

"So, he can't be your soul mate," she teased.

Neji shot her a dirty look and Tenten laughed.

She looked back down at his hand, her expression returning serious again.

"But, there's also some circles in here, meaning that you may have had or will have some injuries, a couple bad ones." She looked up at him again, frowning a bit, "Like when you guys wen't after Sauske." He knew she still worried about that sometimes. Both himself and Lee had suffered some pretty serious injuries during the exams. Lee had taken a life risking surgery and Neji had nearly died trying to help bring Sauske back to the village.

Tenten had worried sick about her teammates, staying with them both as much as she could while they were in the hospital. He suspected she still hadn't quite recovered, even so many years later. She took extra care with them during missions, and even though she hadn't been able to control her chakra well enough to learn medical ninjutsu, she had learned a plethora of other first aid skills so that if something did happen, it was very likely she could keep them alive and stable until they found a medic. Luckily, for all of team Guy, aside from cleaning up some scrapes, her skills had gone mostly unused.

Neji was overthinking and missing pieces of her reading. When she wrapped up with the life line, he brought back his focus and decided to feign ignorance.

"So the life line won't tell me when I'm going to die?" Neji teased her. Tenten's brows furrowed.

"You know that I can't do that. No one can read death in their palm. Even if you could, I wouldn't want to anyway." She traced the middle line across his palm. "This is your head line. It's deep and straight, it means that you like structure and are a focused thinker." Tenten moved up to the next line. "And your heart line, this one is about lov-" Neji pulled his hand away. He didn't want to talk about love with her.

"Tenten, you haven't told me anything you didn't already know about me."

"Even so, it's all been accurate," Tenten argued. "Quit complaining, I'm almost done." She pulled his hand back and looked again at his heart line. Tenten giggled and Neji felt his face warm. He didn't know what she could possibly conclude about his love life through a line on his hand, but she seemed amused.

"What?" She looked him in the eyes, her features grinning with the opportunity to tease him. Neji felt anxiety swell in his chest.

"You fall in love easily," she teased. He looked away from her and pulled his hand from hers.

"It's just wrinkles, Tenten, you can't know that to be true."

"I'm not done!" She pulled his hand back. "And your heart line is straighter, meaning you're very practical in love, not that that's a surprise." He looked back and glared at her. She laughed. "So," she began, "Is it true?

"Is what true?"

"Does Neji Hyūga fall in love so easily?" Neji felt his stomach flutter. He instinctively folded his knees up to his chest to put some space between them, in what was quickly becoming a very intimate moment.

She let go of his hand and leaned against his knees, folding her arms over them. Neji could feel her heart flutter against his leg beneath her breast.

He was sure his heart would leap out of his chest. And he found it hard to focus on anything outside of the warmth of her breasts against his legs. They moved with her breath, the changing pressure making it hard for him to concentrate.

How had a normal training session with his teammate turn into this?

His hands clutched the grass, trying to ground himself. The bark of the tree was rough on his back, through his shirt and her breasts continued to radiate gentle warmth.

He felt himself being drawn to her, and her to him. Their faces inched closer, nervously, cautiously as the distance between them began to awkwardly disappear.

He closed his eyes and their lips met tenderly. It was soft, warm and innocent. It barely lasted a second before they parted, both breathing nervously. They kept their hands to themselves as they fell into another soft kiss.

This one was longer and deeper but not by much. When they parted again, Tenten spoke first. Her voice hitched and quivered as she asked him again, "Well, do you?"

A/N: First thing I've written in a few years. Not sure if its any good or not. Hope you guys like it. Generic "I don't own the characters, yada yada yada." :)