Author's Notes: NejiTen drabble.

At Your Service

"Just give it to me," Neji said tiredly, holding out his hand. Watching her was giving him a headache.

Tenten scrunched her face in effort. "No, I've almost got it."

Another minute passed and Tenten's face turned a deep shade of strained red before she stopped and set the unopened pickle jar on the table, panting.

Neji gave her a look.

"I'm going to open it if it kills me," she said resolutely, glaring at the glass object as if it were her worst enemy.

"It might."

Her glare turned to him but he held it firmly and she sighed, handing him the jar. "Fine, fine, you do it."

The jar opened with a snap and he handed it back, smirking. "It never hurts to ask for help," he admonished, quoting Gai. Tenten rolled her eyes at him but she was smiling.

"Hyuuga Neji, my personal can opener." Her fingers brushed his jaw as she leaned closer. "But he'd better not be opening anyone else's pickle jars."

He closed his eyes as her breath tickled his neck. "Definitely not."

"Not even Lee's?"

"Definitely not Lee's."

"Not even-"

Tenten was effectively silenced by Neji's mouth over hers. When they finally broke apart, Neji looked down at her, completely serious.
"Just yours."

The End.