Hmm… a NejiTen? You can do more than request one, lol. And the ShikaIno is on the way- I promise.
Storm
(Another obsession with weather, I know.)
She sighs, exhaling noisily, her bangs flying off her face.
He raises only an eyebrow at her childish antics.
"What?" she asks, "Am I not allowed to at least try and make you smile?"
"Well, considering as that is the purpose of this ridiculous exercise, I don't see why not." he retorts.
In the back of his mind, he thinks that she'll never succeed.
In the back of her mind, she knows that she will succeed.
Sliding off her futon, she sits in front of him- close enough so that their knees touch slightly.
"What are you doing?" he asks with a puzzled frown.
"Trying to win," she replies cheekily.
Their contest resumes, and his thoughts wander as he stares at the kunoichi's eyes with a fierce intensity that made even the toughest of fangirls scream and run.
In an instant, his thoughts clang back to her, seeing as though she has just placed herself in his lap.
Their noses are a hairsbreadth away from each other and the look in her eyes is proud, teasing, cool, calm and collected.
Her hair, tied loosely in a pony tail becomes magically unrestrained, and the smell of her fruity conditioner washes over him in waves.
Not knowing how, the prodigy just shifts forward that one fraction of a millimetre forward, and catches her lips playfully.
She responds with happiness- not a single taste of bitterness in the gesture.
Her eyes sparkle with pleasure as he draws breath away from her, his mouth upturned slightly, mirroring her own expression.
She smiles in response.
"I win!" She exclaims gleefully, and he scowls.
Suddenly all seriousness, she asks, "Want to play again?"
"How about we just skip the excuse for taking our minds off the storm?"
"Sounds like -"
Without waiting, he takes her lips upon his once again, the pair not noticing that the storm has blown on…
… revealing the brightly shining sun outside.