AN: Word says this is 100 words, says 101. 'Scuse me if I go with Word. Anyway... my friends are rubbing off on me too much. Here's a drabble. Please R&R!!

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He's pressed firm against the wall, held only by the pressure of their kiss and the kunai-calloused hands at his hips, one of which is sliding up the bare skin under his shirt. Neither have much patience tonight, or too much time, and things move fast once Itachi's sure of his hold. Neji lifts himself from the wall to toss his shirt aside and wraps his legs around Itachi's waist. Neji's due at ANBU headquarters in twenty minutes, and Itachi's needed on a mission for Akatsuki somewhere. But it's been over a month, and they're not wasting what time they have.