standard disclaimers.
Neji/Sakura
I never saw the sea but knew the taste of it
He tasted of the sea.
The tang of salt and the temptation of water that could never quench her thirst no matter how deep she drank. Still she kissed him, held him, and drank down his bitterness and sweetness in one hazy morning, not caring if she drowned, not knowing that he already had.
She tasted of sunshine.
The touch of fever warmth and the giddiness of childhood summers that washed over his head like champange bubbles, burning away all caution, all control. Still he kissed her, touched her, and clutched desparately to her brightness under in the pine grove, even has he burned, not caring she already was.