Inspired by my RP

Note: Tenten is pregnant.

Also I do not own Naruto.

She stood there. Her mind battling. She was staring down at her stomach. Her hand resting on it, but tensing at the moments when she thought of the problem on her hands.

"Damn I want pancakes!" She yelled internally. "But dammit. DO I WANT TO GET ANY FATTER?"

She groaned and stalked to the kitchen where she found herself staring at the cabinet.

"Those pancakes are in there. Hiding." Her eyes focused on the door, boring through the wood that hid her stomachs one true love. She narrowed her eyes becoming even more pissed off.

"Dumbass food. You will be mine!" She laughed like a madman and threw her arms in the air. Unfortunately there had been a small child outside her window grabbing his ball. He looked at her with wide eyes, not moving an inch. Tenten grew tired of the boy quickly. Her hormones were causing her to very impatient and tempramental.

"GET THE FUCK OFF MY LAWN BEFORE I KILL YOU BEFORE YOU LEARN WHAT A BONER IS." She screamed at the kid, scaring him and making him cry for a sane person. She watched the kid run and laughed.

"I shall be a great mother. Neji should be prou- Neji? " Her mind raced to the father of her children. His long, dark brown hair. His beautiful Hyuuga eyes, the perfectly sculptured body and mind. Everything.

"He's a little better than pancakes." She moaned, went off in to a daze, and leaned to the side thinking about the two most perfect things in her mind. Her mind wondered about having them together. She smiled. She could almost see it.

"Hnnng Neji." She moaned as she felt the rich, dark syrup being spread across her body. Nejis hands were rubbing up and down spreading the thick goodness all over her. They were both covered in it. Pancakes were thrown across the room and bit were on their bodies.

"Tenten." His face was close to hers. He licked some syrup on her cheek, making her squirm. His hands were rubbing the most sensitive spots and the stickiness was making all the more arousing. "I have one word for you."

"Wh-what is it?" she whimpered under him. She could feel his hot breath against her sticky skin.

"Pancakes."