Chapter 8: First
- for her -
It is a feeling one may get when suddenly asked to conquer a fear that was non-existent, but suddenly came to be. It is like climbing a high place and suddenly finding out that you can't go down, or getting ready for a performance and suddenly forgetting what should first be said or done. She knows because she has experienced it countless times before; the feeling of uncertainty.
She has gotten used to the feeling but it doesn't make it a tad more pleasant - it is something she has no choice but to experience in order to move forward. Try as she might, she couldn't get rid of it now, even after all she went through in life. She bit her lip, recognizing the familiar feeling creeping up on her...
A tingling sensation crawls just beneath her skin, making her much more sensitive to the little changes around her. She could feel the warm air against her face, the soft texture of her undershirt, the firm sole of her sandals at her feet, but the only thing she could register is the coldness at the pit of her stomach. The incessant spread of numbness within paralyzes the impressions of everything around her into a still image she could hardly notice - she is breathing and walking and moving but she isn't aware of doing those. She is thinking while not thinking; her heart is thumping irregularly but is somehow non-existent; she is seeing the surroundings but she is not really seeing them; dread, excitement, anticipation... emotions and feelings are filling her up but she can't be filled - the coldness inside her is a void that cannot be occupied.
The one thing that she could do, as what she had done all the other times, is to keep on going... if she couldn't, ingrained activities - via muscle reflex or body memory - would make her do so. She is Tenten and she would move forward, like all times, and continue growing everyday. Today is no exception, although it is a different growth she is aiming for now.
"There it is." Neji's voice broke the silence, and suddenly she is aware of standing in a different place.
Estates surround the perimeter, with charming gardens and two-tier traditional houses viewable beyond impressive gates. A hard stone road leads to the magnificent residences while a cheaper, but still luxurious material diverges to a town beyond with smaller, nevertheless beautiful, homes. The path they are taking, though, is not towards the town; rather, in the direction of a high-walled estate sitting on a gentle slope, a small part of the house just visible among a flourishing bed of flora.
Tenten almost forgot her feelings when her dear husband confirmed that yes, it is the estate Hiashi is so keen on giving them.
Hyuugas, she learned, are not only well-off - they are ridiculously rich.
- for him -
Appetizer, check. Main dish, check. Side dish, check. Dessert, check. Drinks, check.
Neji Hyuuga, in his full chef-mode, nodded to himself satisfactorily as he inspected the dinner he prepared. He had asked Tenten's father for the recipe she likes best and thankfully it turned out well, despite his first time trying it. He usually doesn't pay much attention to food, content on merely avoiding an empty stomach and getting enough energy for the day, but today is an exception. He can't allow any possible failure, not now, even if it is just food.
Somehow, Neji mused, he had come to think of this property inspection as a challenge. It is a time for them to be alone with no chance to be disturbed or interrupted and, in his opinion, this is the perfect chance for them cut their chase and just head for the goal. He would not forgive himself if he let this pass him by; he had promised Tenten and himself that they are going to move forward and he would not back down even if he could barely keep his composure.
Talking about composure, he is losing it these days. Ever since that night when they nearly did it all the way, he has been having internal struggles about thoughts he would not have had before then. As this excursion drew nearer, he was finding it more difficult to resist the temptation to just do it all the way with her; it is like having a favorite thing held up right before one's eyes but one cannot have it before the right time, and to make it worse an alluring sample of it was given a weeks prior.
Neji clenched his fist, unable to keep the frustration bottled up anymore. To be able to act like the Neji who knows naught about sex, to be able to unsee Tenten as woman, to be able to disregard that warmth... it is too much, even for him. He wants her, he desires her. She made him experience perspective of human existence he had never dwelt on before.
He is afraid that he would lose his sanity if he would not be able to unite with Tenten, to feel that completion.
He exhaled sharply, then breathed deeply. He must remain calm, and face his issues properly. Getting frustrated would not get him anywhere. Getting nervous wouldn't result to much either. He would not let anything ruin this evening; for himself and for her. Even if they are new to this, even if they are not used to this, they would take this challenge and learn from it. That is how their partnership works.
He took off his apron, inspected the table one more time, and stepped out of the room to call his wife for dinner.
- . -
They were halfway through the main dish when he realized that he had planned no conversation topic. He said nothing, enduring the expectant glances from Tenten, and was finishing his side dish when she apparently decided that he wouldn't do something about it, that the silence that seemed to be incessantly growing since they sat down for food needs to be broken.
Tenten sighed quietly to herself before throwing her embarrassment out of the window. Her friend - her husband - is a more straightforward person than many thought him to be. He is surprisingly honest and awkward once he is acting more as a man than a ninja, and in her opinion it makes him fairly adorable. He is nearly reaching Sai's level of being an amateur in certain social fields and human interactions, but of course, without bordering on annoying.
And here she goes, for Neji's sake, assuming that everything would go fine with the night and pretending that she herself isn't feeling anxious and uncertain. Guess all those years of schooling her feelings paid off.
"Say, Neji, what do newly-weds talk about before their first night?"
The food nearly missed his mouth. He looked at her, shocked hearing his mind spoken out loud, before replying with a frown. It is frightening to get the impression of being mind-read, more so for a ninja.
"How would I know that?"
"I just thought you might have an idea."
A brief break as Neji passed Tenten the dessert, inadvertently brushing fingers. Later, maybe, they would be brushing more than fingers... skin-on-skin, breathes mingling, pressure on all the right places... it is an image that is surprisingly pleasant, even factoring in the sweat that would have normally made close contact disgusting to some degree.
"Say, Neji, do you have something to do after dinner?" Tenten asked, avoiding his eyes with a renewed bout of shame. Sometimes it sucks being born with an active imagination.
"Clean up, I suppose."
"Ah... so we are going to do it tonight."
"What?"
The response was low but there is no question that he heard it.
"Sex."
Neji almost dropped a piece of mantou on his lap, expecting the topic to come later, not sooner.
"What gave you that idea?"
Has Tenten seen through him despite his efforts? She has to be mind-reading him by now. Neji directed his full attention to her, using his natural perceptions to gauge her reaction.
"Well, you said you're going to take a bath. Someone said to me that it is usually the signal for 'let's have sex.'"
She is behaving like a blushing bride - with lowered eyes occasionally glancing at him and teeth biting lips in an innocent yet unexpectedly sexy fashion - and it is slowly driving them both crazy.
"Who told you that? I was going to clean up the table, Tenten."
"Oh."
Tenten is ashamed to have mistaken it, it seems like she is getting ahead of herself. It is mortifying if she came across as someone too eager for sex - did she sound like she is begging for it? Shit. She is starting to regret opening the conversation - she would have Neji pay for sending the wrong signals, definitely.
On the other side of the table, said man noticed the barely concealed horror-struck look on her face, finally gave in to his instinct, cleared his throat, and proposed with an air as casual as he could muster:
"But well... I was planning to do it today too, so if you'd like to..."
Tenten jumped at the chance to dig herself out of shame, startling Neji with the instant cheerfulness in her voice.
"Uh... yes, um, tonight it is. I'll go ahead and take a bath. You too, Neji."
She almost ran out of the room, embarrassed but strangely happy. They are both in it, in the nervous anticipation and uncertainty, and it is comforting to have settled that the one thing that is bringing out all of their awkwardness is going to be over by the end of the night. The elusive goal is finally in sight.
Neji, with his insides bubbling with a strange concoction of relief, anticipation and aftereffects of embarrassment, watched her contentedly before realizing where she is heading.
"Tenten, that is not the master bathroom-"
The door shut with finality. Neji could only sigh as he finished doing the dishes. This is Tenten who cannot keep her cool, who he hasn't seen in a while. Somehow, she is positively cute this way and having such an adorable wife, he further muses, is not a bad thing.
- for her -
The gentle pressure of water on her back is refreshing; cooling her skin and awakening her senses. Now that the moment she has been both dreading and looking forward to is near she felt much more calmer, normal - the earlier nervousness and unnatural hype leaving her. Tonight, she would be uniting with Neji in the most intimate way possible - she would be much closer to him than what being teammates, partners, friends, and best friends could be. Somehow, she is glad that she would be able to know him in a way no other could. She would be a special, irreplaceable person and in a world so temporal there is nothing more comforting and gratifying. Their moment would be theirs and no one else's.
She threaded her fingers through her hair, wondering - at the back of her mind - how it would feel if Neji is the one doing it. Probably a bit ticklish and warm, like most of his touches are. She gently rinsed the soap from her body, massaging her skin in a way Temari taught her to, making sure that everything is clean without making her skin raw with friction. It is commonsense to be hygienic in sex, the blonde had told her, and it would be good to ease the muscles before then, which may add a certain glow to the skin and comfort to the intercourse. For first timers, it is advisable not to risk too much, particularly uncommon or extreme fetishes, and instead, just play things safe. When the Sand ninja found out that she hasn't experienced french yet, the last piece of advice was: do not attempt food play, blow job, and consequently, sixty-nine. "Trust me, the probability that you would gag is high and you wouldn't like it." The statement left Tenten wondering if Temari did attempt, or if she just knows. It is weird, thinking about a friend's sex life when hers is just around the corner.
Tenten closed the shower, scolding herself, and began patting her body dry. To shave or not to shave - she forgot to ask that. She looked at the razor she brought - just in case - and then down at her pubic hair. She dearly wish she had asked - it is ridiculous thinking about this now, deciding about this now - or back in the past, she shouldn't have searched porn and seen images of very bare pubic areas. She wondered if Neji thought (or is thinking) about pubic hair and the idea is almost laughable. Her knowledge on him assures her that he wouldn't care - although he would probably be startled at the absence of hair down there. Grinning to herself, Tenten decidedly chucked the razor away before turning to the garments on the counter-top with a more serious attitude.
Time to wear the lingerie.
- for him -
Now that he has finished showering, Neji could not keep his nervousness inside anymore. He paced the bedroom, wondering how he should initiate the act - he should be the one initiating, definitely he should be - should he kiss Tenten immediately? Undress her? Undress himself? What should he say? What should he do first? He just turned the lights into a dim when the doorknob turned and Tenten entered... wearing only a short white yukata.
Neji smiled despite himself, feeling the tight muscles of his jaw reluctantly relax. To think that they both thought of wearing traditional clothing, it is almost as if they planned the whole thing. With his time to prepare over, he let his instincts, which are usually right anyway, take over. He sat on the bed and patted the space on his side.
"Are you ready, Tenten?"
She gave a brief nod before sitting beside him. She is clutching the skirt of her garment a little too tightly, a sign of nervousness. He took her hands, loosening them on his lap till they are intertwined with his, and noted the ring she is wearing. They had agreed not to let the public see the marriage symbol in consideration of their profession; and to see her wearing it again, after a long time, makes him feel a strange quality of happiness inside.
She fingered the ring he is wearing, the other half of hers, and whispered, "Neji, I'm nervous."
But still, she did not draw away when he experimentally placed a hand on her bare thigh. She merely looked at him, a small smile on her face, encouraging him to go on. She is nervous, but determined. Like him.
"I'm just the same. Just tell me if anything gets uncomfortable, alright?"
"Likewise."
He looked at her, fully, undoing all the boundaries and lines he had drawn long ago between them. Just acquaintances. Just teammates. Just training partners. Just friends. Just best friends. Tonight, she's more - she's his wife, his woman, his.
- for her -
Neji turned to her, surveying her, his eyes slowly turning smoky, heated, hungry. He pulled her closer with an arm and kissed her, gently at first, then deliberately turning it more urgent as each second ticked by. His hunger is reminiscent of that night but, as his hot breath fanned against her lips and his mouth descended again to nibble her lip and suck it in an amazingly pleasant way, she could say that he is hungrier this time, and he won't be sated soon no matter what. She kissed him back, nibbling his lower lip in the same way he did hers, relishing in the softness of it. The hand on her thigh is now moving, creeping higher and higher till it is pushing back the skirt of her yukata, and as she transferred to his lap impatiently with a huff it finally settled, daringly in her opinion, to fully cup her bottom. He squeezed, and in return got his head yanked back as she tugged on his hair.
"Watch it, Neji." she warned, intent on keeping her husband off her underwear for the meantime. She wants to take it slow, there is no point rushing things during their first time and it may be good to experience some basic stuff before heading straight to the big event. Neji, who seemed to be on a roll, scowled at either her interference or maybe, the sudden pull on his hair.
"What do you expect? We're having sex."
But despite the downwards turn of his lips she could see amusement dancing in his eyes; prompting her to raise an eyebrow at the playfulness that seldom surfaced from the calm male.
"That's crude, you know, coming from you."
"Heh."
He dived down again, intending on capturing her lips, but failed as she dodged with a grin.
"What?" he grumbled, eyes not leaving her mouth.
She did not reply, at least not immediately, and instead grabbed the hand resting on her butt only to place it on the inside of her thighs. He made to move it outside, but she held on, pressing the hand tightly near her groin, the location allowing enough excitement without being too much.
"If you really meant what you said, know that I like your hand better where it is right now."
The words has already escaped her mouth before she realized that it is almost dirty talking, and recognizing the possible implications only served to increase the rapid beat of her heart. She is blushing profusely now, and him, and if they could see more clearly in the dim light their skin is almost red with the flush.
She sat very still on his lap, torn between horror and pride at her exponentially increasing boldness. She has just shifted to a more comfortable position when she noticed that her partner has frozen as well, his expression she can only guess to be a suggestion of one being lost in thought.
"Neji?"
He blinked once, his hand subconsciously drawing away before she slapped it back on her inner thigh.
"What?"
"Are we going to move on? You stopped."
He looked at her, almost thoughtfully, then shook his head.
"Oh right, sorry. And... don't talk too much. It kills the mood."
The smirk is back then, and it relaxes her somehow, seeing something familiar in the midst of the unfamiliarity.
"Right."
He kissed her again, but this time, he did not linger on her lips. He soon found her jaw, and neck, and shoulder. His hand, as she wished, remained on the inside of her thigh, unmoving, though the other is busy loosening the neckline of her clothes to reveal more skin. She is getting more and more exposed to the cool night air but her body feels like it is gradually being heated up. The saliva on her neck ought to make her feel disgusted, but instead, she didn't mind it. What is in her mind now, is how broad Neji's back has become, and how silky his hair is, and how talented his mouth has become since they first kissed a few months back.
She murmured encouragingly as he attacked a sensitive pulse, her fingers lightly scratching his back as a slightly ticklish, chilling, warming sensation overcame her nerves from that pleasurable spot. When a hand glided upward from her waist she could only release a small hiss; the warm pressure a delightful addition to the other, lighter, more ticklish one on her inner thigh that began moving dangerously, delectably, upwards as well. She tried to hold it in, but to her embarrassment, a moan slipped out as a hollow in her shoulder-blade is sucked, the hand previously gliding on her midsection reached her chest and tentatively gave her right breast a squeeze and the other on her thigh began tracing a pattern very, very near her groin.
She is, indeed, heating up as she felt a wetness pooling in her center for the second time that week. Her senses are in overdrive; desire is drugging her nerves and her judgment as she pushed herself tighter against Neji, trapping both of his hands between them. She pulled his head closer, her voice hoarse as she muttered against his ear, "do it again."
It may be her imagination that Neji stiffened up at that moment, but her mind too incoherent to bother, rapidly clouding as she began to yearn for more.
- for him -
Neji's mind almost reached cloud nine as parts of her he had never felt before pressed against him intimately - it is slowly driving him crazy, the softness and firmness and planes and curves at all the right places he could think of. He was never the type to take interest in female bodies, never the one to be seduced or distracted by beguiling women, but when it comes to Tenten... he just couldn't ignore her, couldn't not be affected, more so when her body is too near and somehow familiar and he could remember how it felt so good to touch and smell and taste. Something about her just feels so right and, yes, so damn good despite his increasing uneasiness and discomfort and the Hyuuga in him is slightly unsettled at what exactly that something is that disorients him to this degree.
He had no time to dwell on the matter, however, as Tenten pulled him even closer, her warm mouth deliciously close to his ears as she muttered in the sexiest voice he ever heard, "do it again."
Do what?
And then he remembered what he just did, and where his hands are, and if he moved his left hand just a little bit he is certain he would be rubbing against that hot, moist area... and then he would be - wait.
Hot? Moist? Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck it. She iswet down there, Tenten is steaming down there. Page 10 of "The Ultimate Sex Techniques - Make your partner cream and scream" flashed in his mind (lubrication of the vagina, erection of nipples,... indicates...), and as he tried to remove his right hand between his chest and hers he became positive about it - Tenten is aroused.
Despite his will to stay in the moment, a sense of panic gripped him, surfacing from the back of his mind. Tenten is now physically ready - but what about him? He is not yet ready that way. What if - what if he couldn't get it up? What if something is wrong with him? He wants sex, he wants his wife, what is the matter now, though, when things are just going right? Why is he not... getting hard?
"Tenten, I -"
No, hell would freeze over before he asks for help about this... or not. He would consummate his marriage with his wife tonight - it is a promise, and the additional benefits it would bring that no marriage certificate could do has been postponed enough - but if he could save face in this situation, he would really rather not ask Tenten's help as much as he could. Maybe, hopefully, he just needs another moment or two... and for the meantime, probably, he could keep her busy enough such that she wouldn't pick up on his predicament... For his own face, and sake, Neji forced his panic back and tried to relax.
"- I need my hands."
Tenten leaned away, giving his right hand just enough room to move, but now his left is definitely squished between their groins. Down there, there is nothing between them but her panties, his hand, the thin cloth of his kimono, and his own underwear which all constitutes to a mere three or four centimeters; and suddenly he understood just how logical the position of the penis and vagina is, and how much it is meant for them to fit. The heat, which was previously coursing throughout his body and almost dissipated at his panic, seemed to return full-force and concentrate on that point of contact while his unease increased twofold.
He ignored his discomfort, choosing to concentrate on the moment, and proceeded to massage her right breast, earning an appreciative sigh. The neckline of the yukata has completely opened up by this point, unable to maintain covering a chest that is being moved about, and Neji is finally treated to a view of two globes of flesh enclosed in a white lace bra. While he is not a fan of breasts, Neji, despite himself, could not help but admire the sight. He only saw Tenten a few times without a shirt and never at a close distance; thus he never knew that his longtime partner has a pair that looks so... plump.
He reached for her back, searching for the clasp, but the hand on hisback suddenly flew to stop his venturing one.
"Not yet."
The glazed look on her face is saying otherwise but the grasp on his hand is firm, so he let the matter drop, for the moment anyway. She pushed her torso back against him, and kissed him - briefly but intensely, on the lips - before taking the whole upper part of his kimono off him in a motion so unexpectedly quick he almost missed it. The sudden drop in temperature is hardly noticeable for soon enough she is kissing and sucking on his jaw and neck; her hands roaming his chest, palms feeling up every movement and flex of his muscles, and he felt so ridiculously good and warm that his pulse isn't normal anymore and his breathing comes too shallow and ragged.
Her hips bucked against him and he nearly let out an involuntary groan. From his palm he could feel a certain slickness and from the back of his hand a soft pressure that is connected with his groin; and he realized that his problem had just been solved: he has, sometime during Tenten's attack, become aroused. The erection he is currently experiencing is not something he expected; as a male he naturally had ones before but those were different - he was always asleep at the process and would only wake up to a semi-soft, semi-hard state - now he could feel a pulse that is only getting stronger as the hardness against his hand increased. It is his first time experiencing such an... active erection.
His underwear, which used to feel loose, is becoming more and more constrictive as Tenten continued her assault, now focused on his shoulder. For a second, he felt something really hard graze his skin (teeth, perhaps?) but then a really wet appendage replaced it... damn, a tongue... she is actually licking him. Neji savored the new sensation a bit, but as he focused on it he felt a distinctive twitch down there and a slight bite of pain. There isn't enough room anymore, the pressure against his hand tells him, and he has to choose between removing his hand or moving Tenten away.
Of course, the hand is the one that has to go.
With some difficulty, he pulled his trapped hand, bypassing the tightness and tempting heat for it to remain on its spot. As a result he got the desired space for his manhood's sake, but Tenten she... she completely did not expect his action, causing her to lose her comfortable spot on his lap. The hands on his chest has gone back to his back as she prevented herself from falling and the warmth on his anterior is suddenly replaced by an unwelcome coolness.
He frowned to himself, missing the closeness, and nudged Tenten snuggly against him. Yes, it is better this way, to be this close, with one less barrier between them. He leaned, intent on giving a kiss again - how he missed those lips - only to be met by a disgruntled expression.
"What was that for? I nearly fell."
True enough, she is not in a mood as good as what he's in.
"Sorry, I just -"
"Just don't do it again."
She gave a sigh, settling herself into a more comfortable position.
"...Better. I'm okay now, Neji, let's continue -" she stopped herself, suddenly frowning, and rearranged herself once more on his lap. "Neji, there's something off -"
He could only grit his teeth to avoid noises from coming out. Tenten is killing him down there - oh, the friction - and she has no clue how much murder she is doing on his nervous system.
"Tenten," he said, breath coming short and quick and heavy, "do I have to tell you what is 'off'?"
He pressed her closer against him, against his erection, and noticed her inhale sharply with a mixture of embarrassment and pride. She is affected by his arousal, he could feel it; the heat coming from her intensified, and the increased moistness has created a slight wetness on his kimono. But the smugness he had from her reaction soon backfired as his body responded in kind, the urge to thrust becoming stronger, invading his mind, and against his will and to his horror, he did thrust, his erection burrowing mildly into her clothed vagina.
It is so nice and warm and soft and pleasurable and he couldn't stop himself from thrusting again.
- for her -
She froze as she felt something hard and soft pressing against her that wasn't there before. Just to make sure, she moved again, finding the spot she was in before he removed his hand and still, felt the thing against her.
"Neji, there's something off -" she began to ask, but was cut off when he leaned just so his mouth is against her ear, the way he breathes strangely exciting and hot.
"Tenten," he said, seductively, sexily, "do I have to tell you what is 'off'?"
And she felt it, again, the hardness and softness against her core, and judging from its location, she finally realized... what it is. She sucked in a breath, not knowing what to say, and how to react, but her body saved her from further thoughts as she found his excitement exciting and a new wave of wetness flowed within her. She wants to... she wants to rub herself against him...
But he did so before she could and it was a pleasure much more intense than any she felt before. Then he is thrusting against her, again, his erection pushing into her clothed area - so hot, so exciting - and then she is thrusting back and there is only delicious friction and tingling nerves as they - what is it again? Oh, right - dry-humped each other.
It is a wild feeling, like an animal, moving her hips in such a needy, seeking, way. Without Neji she would be embarrassed to do it, but it feels so nice and she could hardly help but rock her hips forward repeatedly. The pleasure, which started low in her stomach, is now building up within her and in an effort to cater more to it she increased her pace, her knees uncomfortable from the friction with the bed and the long time it has been kept folded but it is nothing in exchange for the sensation she is reeling with.
She pushed again, harder still - and suddenly she is falling, falling forward.
- for him -
They fell on the bed from too much excitement, he guessed, but that was actually better for him, at least. At the rate Tenten was going, he was honestly afraid that he wouldn't last long enough to, er, ejaculate inside her, and it would be a serious failure for their first time - they are, after all, aiming for not only consummation but also a possible conception, and in his opinion every chance to create a child should be seized, from their first time onwards. He does not trust that he would be able to go for another round this night, especially since he just got off missions, his stress level not yet settled, and being a beginner he has no knowledge about how far his sexual endurance could extend.
He could already feel his member throbbing with anticipation and he knows that he has limited time - soon enough his body would naturally eject semen, and that would be it for their first attempt.
He would not let that be, though.
Using his weight, Neji reversed their position and now Tenten is beneath him, eyes glazed and breathless still from their recently interrupted activity. Despite their not-so-gentle actions earlier, her yukata is yet to come undone, and since it has to go (no doubt, so that he could see things - and her - more clearly), he began tugging on the obi with as much patience as he could, loosening the knot on her back and hurriedly pulling away the fabric once he severed the ribbon (his patience left him then). He just finished unclasping her bra when the smell of something singeing reached him and he wildly looked around for the source, distracted, only to hear a light laughter beneath him.
There is a telltale burn near his abdomen, the fabric of his kimono still smoking, and Tenten is busy prying the cloth away with a devious smirk on her face.
"Did you really have to burn my belt?"
"The knot is stubborn," she replied, and as he refused to lift a hand to get the entire kimono off her fingers glowed red again, "and besides, you did slice my obi."
He gave in, and the cloth joined the slowly growing pile on the floor. Just to be fair, he carefully channeled his energy to his fingers and her yukata soon flew through the air, and they are in nothing more than their underwear.
He drew back, admiring the view and the laced white underwear on her. Tenten's arms flew to cover her torso, a blush adorning her cheeks.
"What are you staring at?" she asked, almost glaring at him. "Even if your skin is smoother than mine, and your hair silkier, I know that even you would find nothing wrong with me."
So she's nervous on how he would see her, and while he is nervous as well she doesn't know it - the temptation to tease her is suddenly too much.
"Well, I can't know for sure, unless I see all of you." he casually said, playfully inching towards her bra. She burrowed a bit further into the mattress, the unbelieving, incredulous look on her face almost laughable. "Kidding. I'm just committing the view to memory."
"Oh stop it, Neji. You are killing the mood with your queer behavior."
"Right, sorry."
He reached for her bra, seriously this time, not knowing why his pulse raced faster. Tenten helped him slip the straps off first, and he slowly took the garment away, careful to keep his eyes on the lacy material until he allowed it to fall on the floor as well. His eyes zoomed back on Tenten, taking in her naked torso for the first time.
Her breasts are fascinating, in a way, since he never saw a naked pair before. It is tempting to touch the round mounds, to test if they are as soft as they look, and to find out if there is something special about the differently-colored circle at the peaks. He looked at Tenten in the face, and she seemed to understand his unvoiced question, guiding his hands to her breasts.
He enveloped the warm flesh and started moving them, gently, noting that indeed it is as soft as he thought it to be. He busied himself massaging the area but then Tenten started to gasp and buckle and arch and his member throbbed again, reminding him of his erection. His eyes moved down and focused on her panties instead, and he regretfully removed himself from the softness up north.
He placed his hands on both sides of her hips and slowly slid the garment down, gulping as each new centimeter of flesh is revealed.
His reaction, in finally seeing all of Tenten, is a definite indecision if a vagina is to be regarded beautiful or not and what else to think about it, with the amount of attention thousands of it receive everyday. But with Tenten's right in front of him, he guessed it would be inappropriate to continue his random puzzlement and harder to stall the penetration that he has been craving.
- for her -
Neji is just too damn embarrassing sometimes, or rather, what he does is too damn embarrassing sometimes. It wouldn't hurt him to just take away her underwear without looking at her like that first, like he is, indeed, burning the image of her body in his mind, would it? She helped him get the straps of her bra off so he wouldn't have the chance to lean back again and stare, but then when he finally removed the article he did not move on to her panties like she wanted to and stared, yet again, at her (breasts, this time).
She finds it annoying that even if she's annoyed at his staring, her body is heating up from the weight of his gaze.
Then her breasts are being fondled, and she hasn't got a clue still why she provoked him to do it. It is unexpectedly nice, being touched there by another person, and nicer whenever her nipples are lightly grazed, but when she just started enjoying herself Neji stopped, again, and resumed his embarrassing stare.
Her panties are almost off when she fully realized that he has moved again and she could only sit her mortification out as she felt his gaze finally land on her most private area. Staring wasn't enough this time, though, as without an invitation she felt him touch her down there, his fingers lightly tracing the folds of her sex, making her tremble with the smallest contact. For a brief moment she could even swear that his breath ghosted against her though thankfully, thankfully, he finally stopped whatever he is doing and surfaced to her line of vision.
"Look at me." he said, before standing by the bed. His skin is a faint pink all over, and she is saved from wondering why as his fingers slipped at the waistband of his boxers and he began taking it off.
She watched in morbid fascination as his most private area is revealed to her, and if they are not going to have sex that night she would've covered her face to prevent seeing Neji... in a way she tried so hard not to see him.
She really tried not to, really, but her eyes kept going back to his privates, which looks similar to the illustrations in the books she have read, only more flushed and strange - like a red, pulsating rod - and to see it projecting, hanging, from a relatively flat body of a male is weird, in her opinion.
Neji crawled back on the bed and hovered above her, an arm on each side of her head.
"What position do you prefer?"
She groaned at his question, shooting him a disbelieving look. Does he really need to ask?
"How should I know? It's my first time, damnit!"
"You may have an idea from the books."
"Goodness, Neji -" oh, he is serious. She frantically searched her mind, and settled on the first one she knew. "Fine! From the basics then, missionary."
He nodded once and nudged her legs apart, repositioning himself between them. He leaned so that they are closer - Tenten could feel his erratic breathing as their chests touched.
Being beneath him, naked, with her legs apart and open is so vulnerable; but since it is the person she trusts more that is so near she may afford not to mind.
"Now?" Neji asked above her, and she realized that he has been trembling for awhile already. The tip of his erect organ touched her and she understood, with a little bit of pity for her husband, that he must have been repressing himself.
She put her arms around him and tried to relax, preparing herself for the penetration.
"Now."
He moved, slowly, his tip grazing the lips of her nether region. At one point he paused and experimentally rolled his hips a bit more forward, but it did not feel right for both of them and he repositioned himself once more.
"Why don't you use your byakugan?" she suggested, getting a bit impatient. She understands that it may take some time to find the right 'slot' but she is starting to dry up and Temari swore that it hurts having sex 'in a desert-like condition'.
Neji, thankfully, obliged without argument and after he shifted a little bit to the right and a slight rock of hips they are finally certain of their positions. He pushed forward a bit further and she felt his tip burrow into her, body heating up - if possibly, more - in anticipation. Neji moved again, his member now deeper into her, and he drew back and pushed again, further and further each time, until with a groan Tenten felt herself stretched and strangely full.
Neji thrust into her a few more times before she started moving as well, helping create a delicious friction between hot, sweaty, needy bodies; whimpering and moaning when a sensitive spot is hit, a coil forming at the pit of her stomach and tightening at each penetration.
She moaned her husband's name, breathlessly so, fingernails raking his back in an attempt to communicate the pleasure she is receiving. The muscles beneath her hands are taut, the breath on her ear coming out in pants and she could occasionally hear a groan as she is being pounded on continuously; the thrusts coming quicker till she could sense even the bed move with their motions, creaking and banging slightly against the wall, the mattress producing an odd, squeaky sound all the while.
The erect organ inside her grew even more tense, harder, and now Neji is swearing under his breath, eyes closed and brows together, thrusts coming even quicker while becoming more uneven, and all of this combined makes her feel unbelievable good, the coil inside her so tightly wound up that it has become a bit painful - but a lot more pleasurable -
Neji twitched inside her, the tip became very rigid and the rest too tense, then he bucked, repeatedly - a hoarse groan escaping his lips - and a warm liquid filled her up. The thrusts have stopped and Tenten felt sticky, heavy, and tired, the coil in her stomach still wound tight but at the lack of action slowly, gradually, lets up.
She allowed Neji a few more minutes on top of her, relishing in his warm weight while trying not to focus on the organ that is slowly receding inside her and the sticky liquid dripping on her thighs.
They just had their first sex, their marriage fully consummated. She does not regret that they did it this way, this night, and is thankful that they postponed it, allowing them time to prepare and know what to expect.
She played with Neji's hair, now damp on his back, and contentedly let her breathing fall in sync with his. She discovered new things about him tonight, like how he could be sure and then unsure in seconds, how easily awkward he could become, and how he could also be teasing and playful in bed (and that he, indeed, does not care if she does not shave) - and it makes her really happy.
- . -
It is half past midnight and Neji and Tenten are drowsing on the futon, having decided not to sleep on the bed after soaking it with sweat and a little bit more. Tenten is fiddling with her damp hair - having got out of the shower a mere quarter of an hour ago - and is comfortably tucked under a comforter in her pajamas when she suddenly thought of something. She sat straight up, eyes wide, not believing how careless and idiotic she was.
She looked at Neji, who is gazing outside the window with half-lidded eyes, and debated on whether to tell him or not.
He absentmindedly caressed her ring finger and she knew she couldn't keep it away from him.
"Neji," she began, heart thumping wildly in fear of getting him mad, "I forgot something earlier."
He turned to her, a relaxed smile on his face, urging her to go on.
"Neji, I - I - I forgot notto be in contraceptives."
Awkward silence.
Neji sighed. He knew from Hinata and Hanabi that it is common practice for kunoichi to be in contraceptives, and Tenten wouldn't be an exception. He, too, forgot about it and felt that he has no right to tell his wife off for it.
"Well, just don't forget about it next time then."
Tenten slid back in between the sheets, relieved.
"I love you, Neji."
And sleep took over very soon.
A/N: This didn't turn out the exact way I wanted and I am both proud and ashamed of it. Not lemony enough in my opinion, more on descriptive, but I really, really wanted to put up something like this for so long (some sex scene which isn't that ideal but not bad either). It is extra long but don't be too used to this length since it is a special 'first time' chapter, after all. Someone did suggest that I get a beta and I am seriously thinking about it, the tenses are a nightmare for me in this long chapter. Please point out anything wrong you may spot with the grammar/tense and I will fix it as soon as possible. Just to notify you guys, I will be busy for the next three months so I probably won't write anything new till then.
