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She throws herself on the bed immediately after the door slams shut behind her. The gust of wind sends papers on a nearby table fluttering to the floor. Large, fluffed pillows jolt up and down as the mattress sinks with her sudden weight. One hand reaches down to tear furiously at the strapped heel on her left foot. When the shoe finally comes off, she tosses it away from her and starts abruptly on the other foot.
Across the room, one pale-eyed Hyuuga watches her with something that could've been a flicker of amusement. "Was it that bad?" he says, a little dryly.
She pauses in her unbuckling to glare at him. Double buns are twisted up on a head of dark brown strands, and liquid amber eyes spark with annoyance. Tenten is known more for sharp metal weapons and quick smiles – two contradictory things found in abundance on one person – than a temper, but there is no denying that she has one. Every kunoichi is entitled to a Certain Temper brought on by Certain Events. And at any rate, Tenten-with-sparks-flying-from-her-eyes is safer than Tenten-with-a-cold, unwavering-gaze. The sparks happen before someone is badly hurt. The cold happens before someone draws their last breath.
The right shoe comes off with a loud thunk on the thinly-carpeted hotel floor. Tenten draws both bare feet up to the mattress so she is sitting cross-legged on the rumpled sheets, and reaches around to the back of her head. Her fingers work swiftly at the clasp of a silver necklace. "You try smiling while someone else's hand rides up your thigh," she snaps. "My jaw hurts from trying so hard."
Hyuuga Neji watches his teammate slip off her necklace. It pools into a puddle of glittering silver in her palm, and she sets it on a table next to the bed. "But you played him," he says. It's not really a question. He knows Tenten. She wouldn't have come back without finishing what she set out to do.
"Yes." A thin breath is expelled through clenched teeth as Tenten starts to pull the black slip dress she's wearing over her head. "He's going to show up tonight at eight. He'll meet us near the…" her voice trails away as a hand lands on her arm and pulls the dress back down. Tenten's eyes narrow at the silver gaze that meets her. "What?"
Neji watches her piercingly. "Nothing," he says.
She rolls her eyes. But when she begins to tug the dress over her head again, he moves forward. She blinks and the next moment his mouth is soft beneath hers, and his hand is moving slowly down her back. Her hands fist themselves in the soft fabric of his shirt. She can feel his chest beneath her fingers, the steady pulse of his heart.
When Neji pulls away, leaving her slightly dizzy and leaning unsteadily against the bed, she has to take a moment to orient herself. He's watching her with something like a bit of - is that smugness? The corner of Tenten's mouth turns up. "Fine," she says. Then her hand shoots out and closes on his arm. One swift tug lands them both on the bed, tumbling through a nest of blankets and pillows.
She'd come back to change clothes and take off those cursed heels have given her blisters on both feet, but if Neji likes the dress, she's willing to compromise. After all, kunoichi are entitled to Certain Rights after Certain People make the first move.
And Tenten isn't one to complain.