Chapter Two
The hot, soapy suds ran down their conjoined bodies as they embraced under the artificial waterfall. Tenten constricted her thighs around her fiancé's hips squeezing him in between her strong muscles. He sandwiched her between his hard and fit body and the wall of the shower in their apartment. She threw her head back whenever he entered her forcefully, thrusting himself deep within her.
"Lee!" she cried out in a loud and passionate wail. He could always hit that coveted spot inside her; she had never met another man who was so accurate. Squeezing his hardened member inside of her, Tenten milked her lover with all of her strength. Lee gasped and turned his mouth to her neck, biting her throat viciously. He sucked the flesh of her throat depravedly and in an animalistic manner.
When Lee began to waylaid his speed, Tenten screamed out, clawing his back. "Don't stop!" she held him tighter, clenching him between her lips. "Faster, Lee!"
The water beat down on them as they embraced romantically and practically savagely. He had just proposed to her over lunch on the lake, and now it was as if they couldn't get enough of one another's love.
Lee abandoned Tenten's throat and moved back to her mouth, all but chomping down on her delicate lips. She initiated the dance, and allowed her tongue to meet with his, where they tangoed with vivacious energy. Feeling every curve of his mouth, Tenten allowed her tongue to brush along the roof of Lee's mouth, feeling his perfectly straight teeth against her taste buds.
In a stretched, tense pain, Tenten's legs began to shake as her muscles clenched involuntarily. This contraction began with her calves, slithering up to her quadriceps and itching towards her hips. Her lower body, though tensing up, continued to move with the figure of her dear fiancé, thrust after thrust after pleasurable, agonizing thrust.
She constricted her fingers through his drenched onyx hair, clasping his locks tightly as she felt herself coming closer and closer to her climax. Her heartbeat fired rapidly, trying to pump enough blood through her body to make up for the lack of oxygen. This physical activity was quite strenuous, but utmost appealing and satisfactory. The air within her lungs seemed to be nothing more than water vapor from the steam that was produced by the scalding shower. With her chest tight, Tenten couldn't seem to catch her breath, as with every drive from Lee, she came closer and closer to falling off the edge and into an ocean of ecstasy.
He was almost there, too; she could feel it, feel his slick, manly juices escape him. Almost. Their animalistic behavior became even more wild as they were both desperate for the release. Lee pounded inside of her harder and harder, feeling himself pulsing in between her legs. A cyclone raged inside of his stomach as he felt it coming; he couldn't hold it any longer.
Tenten was there. She felt it coming, and she hoped that he would finish with her. Whether he did or didn't, she needed to come.
All at once, cries of extended pleasure broke out of their throats and echoed in the shower stall. It was a release of all these hormones and all sorts of feelings and emotions. While it is true that this is neither her first time or his, Tenten felt as though she was being shrouded by the emotional touch of losing her virginity all over again.
Simultaneously, they gasped for air, but all they got was steam. Lee pressed his forehead to Tenten's clavicle, kissing her chest.
Swallowing hard, Tenten released her hold around his waist and cautiously returned her feet to the safety of the wet floor.
"Wow," she puffed. It was truly amazing; she had been involved in sports her entire life, playing volleyball in the fall and soccer in the spring. She was still physically fit, just coming out of college. But nothing - no kind of workout or physical training - could have prepared her for the fatigue that poisoned her after an intense sexual encounter.
Lee, himself, was a highly skilled personal fitness trainer, but even he was having difficulty catching his breath after this taxing activity.
"Wow is right," he said when he removed his mouth from her water-beaded flesh. Slowly and without much energy left in him, Lee removed himself from inside of her and stepped backwards into the flow of the pulsating water. "Let us hope that the power of youth grants us with more energy to go again."
Tenten rolled her eyes and grinned, taking a wobbling step forward and drenching herself in the artificial rain. Her hair twisted as the water matted the individual strands.
"I just can't believe we're getting married," she said with a seductive smirk on her face as she constricted her arms around her lover's neck.
"I cannot believe that you agreed to marry me." Lee twisted around to grab a bottle of shampoo that fragranced the bathroom with lavender. Squirting some into his muscular hand, he rubbed it between his palms before beginning to massage it into his beautiful fiancé's chocolate tresses.
Lee and Tenten had first become acquainted through college - a typical, nothing-special community college. It was their sophomore year that they initially came in contact, and at first, their relationship had not been great. In fact, they actually loathed one another.
Upon meeting one another, Tenten saw Lee as a try-hard and an overachiever, which bugged her to no end. He was a dork with bushy eyebrows and a bowl haircut, and she knew - or at least thought she knew - that she would never become anything more than classmates with him.
However, when the guy she had had her eye set on had brutally rejected her, Lee was the only one there that seemed in touch with the emotions of others. A beautiful friendship and a new relationship had occurred then.
Tenten smiled as she remembered the tenderness that Lee had shown her that day, and she turned around, her back facing her new fiancé. He ran his fingers through her hair, rinsing the lathered suds out of her short and curling tresses. His touch caused little shivers to run down the length of her spine, despite the piping temperature of the water that beat down on her.
When Lee was finished scrubbing her hair, Tenten reached out of the shower, shoving her hand through the curtain, and grabbed a towel. Cautiously, she stepped out of the slippery shower and planted her feet on the rug that had been strategically placed at the base of the tub. Now that she was no longer trapped in the small confinement of steam, she could breathe. At the same time, the air around her was multiple degrees cooler. Goosebumps emerged along the surface of her flesh, and the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stood erect. Her nipples grew hard and jutted out from her breasts in a reaction to the blatant temperature change.
Swiftly, she pinched the edges of the year-old towel and shoved the other end to the ground, causing it to unfold quickly so that she may wrap herself within its length. She covered herself from her breasts to the tops of her thighs, shaking off a chill. Her feet touched the tile of the bathroom floor, sending a spike of sub-zero freeze shooting up her leg. Moving towards the door, Tenten stood on the balls of her feet, aiding swifter movement. She yanked open the door that had not been completely latched, and she stepped out of the bathroom, moving into her room.
Her apartment was small, and didn't have anything fancy. She was not a rich person, and nowhere along the lines of being wealthy. However, she was content with the way her life had turned out. Money couldn't buy the happiness that she had found herself stumbling into.
In fact, had she been born into wealth, the odds of her meeting Lee were very slim. Had she been rich, the odds of her attending a community college would have been very minimal. She probably would have been sent to a university with thousands of other people who would cram in the rooms with her, just to listen to the professor give his or her lecture.
Tenten dried the beads of water off of her shoulders before throwing her towel on top of her teal sheets. She stood completely naked in her room, her fingertips brushing her forearms tenderly. The rock that was positioned on her left ring finger shimmered in the light that poured in from the window before her.
I'm getting married, she admitted to her thoughts with a crinkle of her lips. Lee and I are getting married.
It had been so unexpected, the way he had proposed earlier this afternoon. He had taken her out to the lake to have a romantic picnic, and she had not expected anything, because they had been talking about doing so for quite a while now. But, instead of staying on land, Lee had rented them a pontoon boat for the afternoon, and they had spent a good deal of time on the water; they mostly just floated around in the center of the titanic lake, not wanting to waste gas.
Lee and Tenten had packed the lunch together in the morning, and they both knew exactly what was in the traditional picnic basket. Or, at least, she thought she knew what was all in the basket.
They sat on the floor of the pontoon and began setting everything up for their lunch; Tenten carefully slit the twelve-inch sub into two smaller parts, giving him the bigger section, while Lee removed the two wine glasses from the depths of the hand-woven basket. He poured an authentic Italian wine into those two glasses, and when Tenten wasn't looking, he slipped something into her drink.
The afternoon passed by leisurely, and they had eaten every last crumb of the food that they had packed. Despite the fact that they had finished the food, they continued to sit out in the middle of the water and talk, sipping on their crimson wine. Lee waited for her to reach the bottom of her glass in strong anticipation, but he never showed his excitement. Somehow, he was able to keep it all inside, so that Tenten wouldn't suspect a thing.
It had taken a good hour before Tenten finished her drink. She never looked inside the glass, rather, simply caressed the edge with her lips and allowed the chilled liquid to flow into her mouth. But something was different as she took one of her final sips; something solid brushed along her bottom lip, and she raised an eyebrow, turning her eye into her crystal glass. At the very bottom, she saw something, but couldn't quite make out what it was. Daringly, she pressed her lips to the glass and gulped the rest of the liquid, not allowing the solid object to permeate her mouth. When the barrier was gone and she could see through her glass, she saw it.
At the very bottom of her wine glass sat a silver band with a beautifully cut diamond jutting out of the top. It took her a minute to realize what exactly was happening, and she didn't even notice Lee position himself on a single knee, in the traditional proposal stance. Tenten normally wasn't a cryer, but she could feel all of the emotions welling up inside of her until they just burst out in the form of tears.
Lee was proposing.
Tenten smiled as she gazed down upon the ring that seemed to complete her finger. It was as if this ring was the one that was supposed to bind her to a man; it was as if it was destiny. Sighing once, she glanced over in the direction of the bathroom, where her dear lover washed away the day's grime. She never thought that any man would find her desirable enough to make his wife; she wasn't exactly girly, and she didn't like when men doubted her abilities. She was a strong, independent woman who didn't need a man. While she didn't need one, though, having one was nice. Especially for stress relief. There were just some things a man could do that a woman couldn't do by herself.
With a tiny grin forming along her lips, Tenten moved towards her dresser and squatted down to open the bottom drawer. From within it, she picked out a pair of brick red athletic shorts. Standing up straight, she shoved her legs through the top and heaved the top of the shorts up to her hips, where they rested comfortably. From the second drawer, she retrieved a white tank top and slipped it on over her head. She didn't bother with undergarments, thinking them annoying.
Still in her bare feet, Tenten slid over to the door of her room and stepped out into the main section of her apartment. It was a mess right now, she knew, but she had had not a single second to clean it for a while. She had been working so hard at a popular diner on the outskirts of Konoha, appropriately named Treeline Diner.
She was a waitress, and had been so since she started college when she was eighteen. As a loyal employee to the Treeline Diner, the managers loved her, and could always count on her when they needed good work done. Lee would often visit her at work, typically about twenty minutes before her shift would end. He would order enough food for two, and then invite her over whenever she clocked out for the evening.
Little gestures like that warmed her heart and made her wonder why she and Lee didn't get off on the right foot sophomore year. No matter; they were together now.
When she wasn't with Lee or working her shift at the diner, Tenten volunteered her time coaching students and directing them on how to increase their soccer skills at Konoha High School. Originally, it was volunteer work, until the school hired her as a coach and began paying her.
Tenten bent over and began picking up her laundry, tossing it over to a basket whose mouth attempted to engulf the floor below it. Whether it was clean or dirty, she wasn't sure, but to be safe, she tossed it over into the same pile. She got down on her hands and knees, reaching under the couch to see if anything had rolled under it without her permission. Her hand brushed against something large and furry, and it scampered out from under the blue-green sofa.
She glanced over to the side and saw her fuzzy little kitten scrambling to her food bowl. Tenten snickered at the snowball and continued with her quick cleaning. If she got most of the laundry into a basket, the apartment would probably look a thousand times better. And, she supposed, it would probably be best if she washed the dishes that were scattered on practically every flat surface of the apartment.
Between working at the diner, spending time with Lee, and coaching the high school boy's soccer team, Tenten never had enough time to breathe. Luckily for her, it was Sunday, and she had a day off of work. Now, it was all about Lee...and cleaning her apartment.
She had known a girl in high school named Sakura Haruno, who had been so organized, not a pencil was ever out of place. Her locker was always put together, arranged by her classes. She was an excellent student, and Tenten believed that part of her success was in her composition skills.
"I should have had that girl teach me some organizational skills," Tenten sighed and tossed another handful of dirty clothes to the overturned basket. Glancing around the room, she couldn't find any more stray pieces clothing, so she crawled over to the new pile, brushing the garments out of the way so that she could return the basket to sit on its bottom. Sitting on her heels, Tenten began shoving all of the dirty laundry into the plastic lavender basket. Stopping to think, she groaned, and figured that she should probably go check her room for more clothes that needed washed.
Rocking backwards, she propelled herself back up to her feet and revolved on the balls of her feet, facing now her opened bedroom door. Laundry was such a pain. If only clothes could be bought in packs and be disposable, like paper plates. Tenten marched into her room and began her hunt for more dirty clothes.
The water was no longer running in the shower, so she suspected that Lee would be coming out pretty soon. She could hear her fiancé's feet moving across the tiles in the bathroom, and the doorknob rattled as he opened the door covered with a stained glass window that ran along its length.
He stepped out of the bathroom in the jeans he had worn upon coming from the lake to Tenten's apartment. His army-green shirt, she remembered, she had ripped off and thrown to the floor in the main area of the apartment, which meant that it was now engulfed in her pile of dirty clothes. Oops.
No matter. She had plenty of men's T-shirts in her dresser that she often wore to work out or to sleep in. At least that was one less thing that he would have to wash when he returned to his own house.
"What are you doing?" he asked her as she brought herself back to her feet. She brushed off her knees and held the dirty laundry that she had scoped out in her hands.
"This is my only day off, remember?" she scrunched her nose before turning away from Lee, her trajectory being the overflowing plastic basket. "The chores build up over the week, and I do them on Sunday."
"What can I do to help?" he asked, following her to the main sector of the apartment like a lost puppy. Tenten dropped the remainder of the clothes into the basket and pressed her hands to her hips, turning around to face her eager fiancé. Before she could get a word out of her mouth - or even make a decision on if she wanted to make him do something or not - Lee bent down and picked up her laundry basket, holding it as if it wasn't completely stuffed. "I will do your laundry!" he shouted avidly, rushing out of the room without listening to an objection, and without putting a shirt on.
Tenten sighed and pressed her palm to her browline. He was always one to grow excited over the little things. He was just like a little kid.
No matter. With that out of the way, Tenten moved to her coffee table, collecting dirty dishes off of it. She glanced over her shoulder at the square table that was stacked with bowls and cups and turned her eyes to the ceiling in annoyance.
I really need to invest in disposable dishes.
Tenten placed the plates from the coffee table on the counter by the sink and flipped on the hot water before crouching down in search of the dish soap. The sleek bottle was right in the front, where she always kept it. Cheap, dollar store brands weren't the best, but they sufficed. From in her low position, Tenten raised her arms and squeezed the bottle over the sink, draining a great deal of soap into the water. She shoved the bottle back under the sink without bothering to re-cap it first, and she stood up straight again. After tossing a dried sponge into the bubbly water, she changed her course for the stacks of bowls and glasses on the table by the window. One cup still had grape juice in it from God knows when.
With a flare of her nostrils, Tenten collected stacked the cups into the bowls and carried the dishes waitress style. There was a valuable life skill.
By the time she had retrieved all of the dirty dishes that were scattered about her apartment and piled them in the soapy sink, Lee had come back from the laundry room with the empty basket under his arm. He took the initiative to grab the bag of cat food from beside the counter and pour the mewing kitten a bowl.
"Y'know, Tenten, you should probably start packing your bags," he said as he ran his fingers through the snow white kitten's mane. Tenten's eyebrows furrowed as she turned her head to face him. He stood up and brushed off his hands before placing them on his hips. He grinned at her, and she just couldn't seem to figure out why she needed to pack.
"For what?" She wasn't ready to move out of her own apartment yet, if that was what he was suggesting.
The eagerness in his eyes was evident, and she swore that she saw him bouncing up and down like a child. "Because next Thursday, to celebrate our engagement, you and I are going on a cruise!"