ANGRY HATE SEX — anonymous

28012017 | 23042017 | 1058 | drabble

This fanfiction contains mature content. Viewer discretion is advised.

Life, Tenten has come to learn, works in strange mysterious and barely comprehensible ways. Still, even she could never have fathomed just how the events of their shared past would lead them here, to this little pub somewhere in Suna, and the corner of her mouth quirks in a wry half-smirk for the briefest of moments, at the dark irony of it all.

From his seat across the table, Neji watches her detachedly, without the barest hint of expression. Tenten tells herself she doesn't care, even as her fingers tighten around the tall glass of lager in her hand.

But Neji, keen-eyed and ever observant, catches the movement all the same. His eyes narrow as he watches her bring the glass to her lips, and when she glares at him over the rim, he mimics the action with his own drink in turn. The apple of his throat bobs when he swallows, and the look he sends her is unreadable when he says, "You look good, Tenten."

She scoffs, setting her drink down with more force than intended. Some of the beer sloshes onto her fingers, and down the side of the glass, but she pays it little attention. "Just get to the point, Hyuuga," she tells him. "I find it hard to believe that you tracked me down after three years of no contact just to tell me I look good."

"What, no thank you?" Neji leans toward her, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his pale, thin lips.

"You don't deserve one."

Neji's smile fades quickly, and he pulls away. "I suppose I do not."

The absence of his warmth is more disappointing than Tenten wants to admit. She frowns and clenches her teeth, biting out a terse, "Tell me what you want, Hyuuga, so I can get back to my life."

"You." His voice is quiet and matter-of-fact. "I want you."

At that, Tenten's eyes snap to meet Neji's pale gaze. His gaze is heated and apologetic all at once, and she regrets it all immediately.

The next few minutes pass in a dazed blur. He tosses a wad of bills onto the table, and wordlessly she follows him out of the pub and to the parking lot tucked away behind it. A sleek black hybrid car is parked discretely in the far corner of the lot; no sooner has Neji led her there than he is upon her, pressing her firmly against the door when he kisses her.

Tenten moans against him, but she does not melt into the kiss the way she might have years ago. Instead, she runs her fingers through his hair, tugging on it harshly and dragging her nails against his scalp as she bites at his lower lip, draws it between her teeth.

A low groan tears itself from Neji's throat, and he pulls away to fish for his key in his pocket. Tenten uses the opportunity to direct her attention to his neck instead, and it is with a smirk of smug satisfaction that she learns the space beneath his left ear is just as sensitive as it's always been, when she bites at it: his breath hitches, and he nearly drops his keys.

Somehow, Neji manages to unlock the door, and they all but fall inside the car the moment it opens. He pushes her down against the leather seats when the door closes behind them, kissing her insistently with lips and teeth and tongue, and Tenten lets him.

But it does not mean she is compliant, and Tenten reaches for Neji as he slips his hands beneath her collared blouse, pale fingers tracing over her stomach, along her ribs, to the swell of her breasts. The thick, heavy weight of him in her hand is familiar in an achingly painful way she doesn't want to think about. Instead, she grips him tighter, through the material of his starched dark trousers, and he groans, thrusting at her.

"Shit," Neji mutters, and Tenten is dimly aware of him pulling away from her, pulling his wallet from his pocket and opening it to to remove a small square of foil packaging. He holds it between his teeth and reaches for his belt. When he finally undoes his it, and pushes his trousers and boxers to his knees, shifting to a proper sitting position, Tenten finds herself licking her lips at the sight of his swollen length.

He slips the condom on with practiced ease, watching wordlessly as Tenten kicks off her shoes and unbuttons her jeans, pulls them down over her legs as quickly as she's able. Her panties follow a moment later, and she tries to ignore how the dampness of the material as it slides against her skin.

It doesn't work, and brings with it a rush of intimate memories instead.

She's straddling his lap a moment later, and Tenten sinks onto Neji with a low moan. He grunts, digging his fingers into her hips as his lips find purchase on her neck, sucking against her pulse insistently.

The cramped quarters of the car do not offer much in the way of movement or comfort, and everything becomes a mess of awkward, clumsy movement soon enough. Neji slips a hand between them, groaning when he discovers Tenten's hand already there, pressing desperate, insistent circles against her clit, and she hates how the sound makes her even wetter, how the feeling of him against her, inside her, is far better than she ever remembered.

She comes with a breathy, shaky gasp that leaves her toes curling and her nails digging desperately into Neji's shoulders. He joins her with a ragged groan a few frantic thrusts later, biting her neck with such force that Tenten is surprised he does not break skin. As soon as he's done, she pushes herself away from him, to the other side of the seat, and reaches for her discarded clothing.

"This doesn't mean I've forgiven you, you know," she tells him, pulling her panties and jeans back up over her legs. Her breath is still ragged, and she inhales great gulps of air in an attempt to steady herself. "You're the one who hurt me, in case you've forgotten."

"I know," Neji replies quietly, and Tenten hates how the genuine regret she hears in his voice makes her heart stutter. "But it's a start."