Author's Notes: A NejiTen, NaruHina, and SasuSaku drabble, in that order. SasuSaku one is PG-13.

The Magic of Chemistry

"I don't believe in magic," he says, those flawless moon-colored eyes watching her heavily as he leans downs, drawn by chemistry and the pull of something that connects their hearts, the lifeline pulsing with the quickening of their blood.

Tenten's body moves towards him, standing on tiptoe as she leans up into him, head tilting back slowly, her own eyes half-lidded as she smiles lazily at him, her voice smoky with something he can't identify.

"I do," she breathes, and their lips meet.

Magic.

The End.

Happy Ending Anyway

Hinata is beginning to understand love. When she was very little, she would read fairytales, smiling softly at the happy endings. She's not so naïve now as to think that sort of thing awaits her. She knows that it doesn't. She also knows that she's not special. She's not powerful or confidant or beautiful. She's not someone a prince should risk his life for.

Which makes it all the more beautiful when Naruto comes running to meet her, wind-milling to a stop right in front of her, his mouth stretched in happiness.

"Good morning, Hinata-chan! Want to get some ramen?"

She smiles shyly and isn't perturbed at all by the notion of eating ramen at seven o'clock in the morning when she's already eaten.

Her prince is not really a prince at all. He's just a boy, and she's just a girl, but maybe they'll have a happy ending anyway.

The End.

Futon For Two

The futon was really too small for two people and Sakura almost wished she had planned ahead a little because the edge of the mat digging into her back wasn't all that comfortable. However, she wasn't going to say anything, not with Sasuke on top of her, reckless, his hands strong and sure against her ribs. His dark hair pooled against her white skin as he leaned down to kiss her neck. Electricity shot through her body and she closed her eyes, wondering why she felt like crying when all her dreams were about to come true.

"Sakura," he murmured, his voice dark and beautiful. Her eyelids fluttered open and she gazed into his midnight eyes to find there a dangerous sort of love, a fire once banked that was starting to flare to life.

She twined her arms around his neck and arched into him.

She didn't care if she got burned.

The End.