Author's Notes: Requested NejiTen drabble.
Silk
They were standing together in the rain, she tucked under the flap of his jacket to escape the chill, he holding the umbrella over both their heads, his eyes stoically riveted straight ahead. Their breath misted as they breathed, their gazes watching the rain drenched twilight sharply, no sound betraying their shadowy presence over the soft patter of water against the top of their umbrella. The village was quiet except for the sector they were in, the long row of bars and restaurants aglow both with dim lanterns and raucous laughter.
Tenten pressed her lips together as a figure stumbled down the street on the arm of a provocatively dressed – or undressed – woman. She smoothed her own slim black dress unconsciously, idly touching the waves of her amber hair. Neji's voice whispered by her ear, sending shivers that had nothing to do with the rain down her spine.
"There he is."
She nodded once, uncurling her fingers from the edge of his coat and stepping out from the warmth his body had provided her. She watched the target enter the nearest tavern, tripping over his own feet before disappearing from sight. She didn't need to see his face to know Neji's eyes were correct.
"Remember, you must be seen. Make a scene and then get out. As long as they remember he came in, our mission is complete."
"I remember," she said softly, still staring. After a moment of noisy silence, Neji stepped forward, closing the gap between them again, his body pressed against hers.
"He wants you," he said lowly. "Use it."
"I understand."
"Then I'll be here."
She smiled slightly and hurried out into the rain. When she returned, raindrops caught in her hair, one strap of her silk dress ripped away, she saw his eyes turn the color of storm clouds.
Without a word, she tucked herself back under his coat, shivering slightly against the frigid air. His arm came up to hold her close. Her eyes drifted shut.
"I made a scene."
The End.
