Pairing: Neji x Sakura (NejiSaku)
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: M

Dedicated to: the people who helped in the reporting thing. You guys know who you are...you all rock!
Note: Sorry for the randomness (and maybe a little OOc). I just really wanted to make some NejiSaku moment here, before I kill my brain with some major studying. Hehe.

Vision and Reaction
by cutecrazyice

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Just because he was the renowned, powerful—popular—pride of the Hyuuga clan didn't mean he could just boss her around.

"No. You stay here," he ordered, coolly.

"Why?" she demanded, irritated.

"Because I am the Captain, and what I say goes."

Well, okay...maybe he could boss her around.

But that didn't mean she had to follow him.

After all...the mission was over, right?

"Well, I stink, Captain," she intoned in a huff.

An eyebrow rose. "At surveillance, yes."

Her back stiffened. "No, I meant I smell! The mission is over, and I am going to go do what I've been wanting to do ever since we've been stuck in that hell-hole they call town! So...goodbye, Captain! And don't come looking for me for at least about an hour!"

And, with another huff, Sakura stalked off—not really caring that her back was mentally burning, meaning he was glaring at her (with those freaky white eyes of his), or that she was totally disobeying. There was just one thing she really wanted to do now, before she got herself further mad (and smelly).

A long, long bath.

And time away from the ever-bossy (and ever-cold) Captain Hyuuga Neji.

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It happened before he could comprehend what he was doing.

It wasn't his fault at all...really.

After all, even if the mission was finished, that didn't mean they were already safe—they were still not home, within the confines of Konoha. They were still in the middle of the forest, with dusk approaching, and nothing but birds and forest creatures in company.

Plus, there had been a loud cracking sound not far away.

The moment that sound appeared, Neji had done the first thing that a shinobi would do—he had gotten his stance ready, kunai in hand.

And he had activated his Byakugan.

...he really, really wished he hadn't.

Creak.

Two meters away from him was the one who had made the sound—a little brown squirrel.

And a few more meters away from the squirrel?

A girl. Pink hair. Flushed skin.

Naked.

Bathing in the river, without a care in the world.

Hands running everywhere, rubbing soap all over said skin. Silky threads glistening, clinging to that skin. Head tilted back, eyes closed shut, an expression somewhere between contentment and pleasure. Mouth slightly open and silently whimpering...

Of course, it was Haruno Sakura. Miss Annoying herself. Irritating. Bossy. Temperamental.

...hands now on her plump, firm mounds, rubbing the soap there—

From that point on, Neji began cursing himself (and her).

Viciously.

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She was feeling very, very refreshed—and very, very clean.

Too bad it didn't last.

"You're late."

He said it in such a blunt and cutting way, she had no choice but to put her back up.

And slowly lose her cool all over again.

"What? I wasn't—"

"You said one hour," he interrupted scathingly, glaring daggers at her. "It's now ten minutes past that."

She gaped.

"Ten minutes...ten minutes?" she echoed.

"Are you deaf, kunoichi?"

Okay...enough was enough.

"I am most certainly not deaf! You, however, are a cold-hearted, unreasonable, prudish bastard—"

His own back stiffened.

"I am not a prude."

She merely scoffed. "Of course you are. A prude with a stick up his ass. You probably wouldn't even react if a girl came up to you and seduced you to death and—"

In an instant, he was suddenly up, from his sitting perch in a rock (where he was sharpening his kunai), and already stalking up to her (yes, stalking—the Hyuuga Neji was stalking), a murderous intent in his eyes.

She would be lying if she said he didn't scare her...a bit.

But, Sakura being Sakura, she held on, hands on hips and an equally murderous glare on her face.

"Oh, if you think you can scare me with that patented freaky glare of yours, then you have another thought coming because I am most definitely not—"

She stopped, as he suddenly dropped the kunai, grabbed her arms, and backed her into a tree.

And he crushed his mouth to hers.

Hungrily.

Their bodies were pressed, so close, and it was only then that Sakura realized that no...he was far from not reacting.

In fact...his reaction was very clear, and very hard, pressed up below her stomach and all that.

She would have protested, but she couldn't, because his tongue was suddenly invading in (Oh, Kami, such a good kisser!), and his hands were suddenly on her breasts, cupping them and molding them (Oh, Kami, such wicked hands!) until they were stiff and aching for more. And then, said hands were suddenly lifting her legs off the ground, and he was suddenly grinding his...erm, reaction against her, and sparks were instantly shooting in her system, and she was moaning with the urgency and the wonder (the man could kiss! The man knew how to!) and the absolute pleasure of such delicious friction—

He suddenly stopped.

Dizzy, Sakura opened her eyes—and found that he was already standing a few feet away, eyeing her while trying to gain his breathing back (though he was trying not to make it obvious). Her feet were back on the floor, her back leaning heavily on the roughened tree bark.

Silence.

Then he nodded.

"I am not a prude," he said. Calmly.

Then he left the area in another stalking episode, leaving Sakura wondering what the hell had just happened.

Because seriously...what just happened?

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Well...weird, much? Hehe. Happy reading! :)