standard disclaimers.
TenLeeNeji
the taste of soy sauce and sake in my mouth
Camomile. Sweat. Sake. Pine sap. Crushed Wildflowers. The scents of a picnic gone awry and a relationship gone right. Tenten made a mental note to thank Sakura the next she saw her; sometimes, it was just easier to say hell with it and screw pretense and blame it on one too many cups of sake afterwards. Better to know and nurse a bruised heart than politely live day after day after day with the screaming sexual tension that comes with the intimacy of years of familiarity and too much repressed hormones. To be a ninja was to endure with patience, with composure, with pride, but also, to act swiftly and without pity when the moment arrived. True to her training, TenTen ruthlessly plied her prey with food and drink liberated from several successful restaurants after choosing the area of her attack for its privacy, beauty, and convenient location near a lovely waterfall that could be used later if her plan went accordingly. And it did almost too well, Tenten numbly though as lips softly traced a path of fire over the sensitive skin of her stomach and callused hands tangled themselves in her unbound hair.
