Author's note: This pairing is out of the blue, I know. Tenten and Genma? Whaaa? I honestly didn't know how it would turn out. For all writing purposes, this is strictly a crackship pairing that came to me one day.
The title of these one-shots/short-stories is based off a Lang Leav poem. As always, I do not own Naruto or the characters - reviews are always welcomed! Please keep these in mind, I'll be posting several of them while I'm working on Fortnight and another work.
TSUNAMIS
Be careful about giving your heart too quickly, I was told.
Boys only have one thing on their minds, they cautioned.
I don't know if he truly loves me - how can I be sure?
I can't say with any conviction that he won't break my heart - but how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
He swept in like a tsunami, wave after wave, and I didn't stand a chance.
All those warnings, all the things they tried to prepare me for - lost in an instant - to the enormity of what I felt.
( Lang Leav )
As she sits at his kitchen table, he can't think of anything else so pretty. The cascade of chocolate brown tresses hung down in waves, a trait passed down from those two buns, and disappeared below the chair's back while a free hand twirled strands absentmindedly. He knows that if she is to look up, he'd be lost among the dark gray of stormy eyes and she'd smile softly, asking why he stared at her that way.
Applications are fanned out, piled in different directions and spread across the table. With a pen in hand, Tenten wraps herself up in her work. Names, date of births, ages, chakra natures and Jutsus; they were listed, grouped together and separated. Her hand lifts from the surface, rubbing her index over her dark circled eye.
"I was thinking," He broke the silence, head back as his tongue slid his senbon to the opposite corner of his mouth, "we could.. uh.. if you're a needing a break.. go out.. for a breather?"
In his slump, he closes his eyes. Not wanting to tell on himself for peeking at her beauty.
His voice breaks the shell of work that enveloped her. Slowly, she tears herself away from registering another genin and focuses on Genma. Had she heard him correctly? He wanted to go out? With her? Until now, she was under the assumption that they weren't anything exclusive. Hell, she didn't think they ever were.
It had been exactly 4 and a half weeks since he had invited her over. One thing had led to another - if she recalls correctly - of him tracing words of passion into her secret place while exploring with those dipping fingers while she tried to crawl off his kitchen counter while struggling to take rapid gasps of air as he smugly laughed against the silky softness of her inner thigh. He was a devil and try as she might, she fell for his line.. Hook and sinker.
At the reminisce, a hot pink blush floods across her cheeks.
"You? Want to go out?" Her tone suggesting that natural non-belief.
Cracking open an eye, he watches her. Shrugging. "No. Not you." He smirked, "Yes, you.. who else is here?"
His hand lifts, presenting the empty living room and conjoined kitchen to her. It was just them. No one else.
Her eyes narrowed at his sarcasm. Sometimes he just couldn't help himself, could he?