A/N: HI! I just realised that school's starting soon, so... Don't be surprised it this 30 day challenge turns into a 45 day challenge. But here's the second installment! (THIS IS PRE-SHIPPUDEN FLUFF)

Enjoy!

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Day Two: Cuddling somewhere.

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The cold was unbearable. The rain was unbearable. She was unbearable.

They'd been sent on a mission to the land of rice to investigate Otogakure without Gai-sensei and Lee. At first, they were thankful that the two green beasts of Konoha weren't jumping all over the place until Tenten realised (halfway across the Fire Country) that she forgot her sleeping bag.

So now, he was lying in the middle of a forest, his oh-so-warm sleeping bag while Tenten shivered in the corner of their shared tent in her sleep.

God. The sound of her breathing were doing unthinkable things to his equilibrium.

He glanced at her shaking form, and unconsciously inspected the seams of her pink Chinese-style top, the gold trim, and the fit of the fabric.

Tenten was just a girl, she'd always been just a girl. She was stubborn, feisty, sarcastic, and fairly annoying. She'd never looked to feminine, but she did enough for one to consider her as a girl. He's never seen her hair down, and once seen her in a dress. She was strong, independent, and hard headed.

He never thought that she could be so weak before him.

After a few minutes of staring, he finally gave into the underlying reason of why he was thinking all of this.

So, with his affections in mind, Hyuuga Neji unzipped his bag, crawled over the soft moist earth to where his female teammate lied, and carried her. He positioned her so that she lay facing away from him, and he zipped up the bag around the two of them.

She still shivered.

He wanted her to stop this. Right now. So he turned around, and the fingertips of his right hand grazed over the goosebumps on her shoulder and forearm, before he wrapped his arms around her.

She shivered still, but as her started to move closer, she stopped. Her body ceased in the passing of ten, twenty minutes, and she fell back into his embrace.

Neji's eyes were drooping to a close when Tenten turned herself in his arms unconsciously and placed her hands on his chest. She whispered his name, and buried her face into the cloth of his shirt.

He smiled.

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When the weapons mistress woke, she was satisfied, because she had just woken up from a very nice dream where Neji took her into his sleeping bag, and they cuddled, and she felt warmth, which was odd, considering the fact that she went to sleep in the corner, because she forgot her sleeping bag, and Neji didn't offer her to share his, unlike her dream because—

Wait. Neji.

Oh god, NEJI, he was holding her, and she was snuggling into his shirt, and his hand was in her hair, her damned hair which decided to fall from her buns, and his breathing was slow, and calm and his scent, oh, sandalwood or lilacs or whatever he smelled like and-

God this was MADNESS!

She was thinking frantically of how she would get out of this embrace when she heard a deep voice cut through the silence.

"Morning," he said, "Tenten."

She stilled her thoughts and breathing. That thrice damned sexy voice. This was totally a dream. How the hell will she wake up?

...Not like she wanted to.

"Neji?" she asked, not-so-thoroughly masking her surprise.

He smirked. She could feel it.

"Yes?"

She pushed against him, earning a look from Neji that was almost... Almost... Yearning. Or maybe regretful. Either one.

She looked at him. "Why did you-"

"You were shivering. I couldn't sleep. Plus, I couldn't have you sneezing and giving our position away to the enemy during the mission."

"Oh."

She was slightly disappointed.

Then, he pulled her closer, and said, "well, that and..."

"And what?"

"I couldn't sleep. You were loud."

"...ugh."