Persepolis130
Notes: First off, Neji some slightly more specific things to Tenten before I censored it, and I unfortunately don't think it quite has the same impact anymore. Let me know (or check my profile for the link- it'll be there in a few days) if you'd like the uncensored version. Also, it'd be easier to write these positions if I had a boyfriend or... some really bendy action figures or something. I did discover that my desk is about the height of Neji's shoulders, though...
CHAPTER 7
One of Tenten's legs thrown over Neji's shoulder, she lounged on her back, unbound hair a dark, silken pool behind her. One hand lying forgotten above her head, the fingers of the other lazily massaged a lightly bruised breast. "It's really hot when you use your byakugan," she told him.
"Mmm," Neji affirmed. Kneeling on her sleeping mat with her back propped against his knees, he caressed her up-tilted leg with one hand, while the other roamed across her body. Seeing through the byakugan, he noted how her chakra would flare in unexpected locations as her stomach flexed when he reached a particularly delicate place. Anything was better than thinking about the horrible wrong he'd just done.
"You don't think..." her breath hitched, "I'm dirty, do you? Being this way?"
You ARE dirty. "Why would I think that?"
"Well, it just might seem that way... you know... since you don't know the whole story..."
"I don't know what you mean," he told her. This is all your fault. You made me do this.
"I've always wanted this... even before I knew what it was."
"That's stupid," he said. And now you've ruined yourself.
She laughed and slid her leg down his side, pulling herself up to straddle his thighs. Neji frowned at the loss of his distraction. Deactivating his byakugan, he settled instead for gripping her hips to pull her closer.
"I think I always knew it would be you. That you were more to me than just a teammate," she breathed against his neck. "The way it makes me feel just watching you move, Neji, it's..."
Not in the least interested in her explanation, Neji took her earlobe between his teeth, shifting his weight to bring their bodies firmly together. Ignoring things was easier when a simple roll of his hips shot sparks through him.
"...and I knew you were too focused on ninjutsu to notice me if I didn't do something... mmm..." she pulled his lips down to her neck, "a little drastic..."
Lips pressed to a passion-inflicted bruise, Neji paused, frowning. "That's why you've been all but throwing yourself at me for the past three months?" Not that he'd recognized it for what it was at the time, but...
"A kunoichi knows what she wants and gets it. Where would Tsunade-sama be if she'd waited for a man to approve her every move? Definitely not Hokage, that's for sure... ah... hey, go back to my ear now," she told him.
Just to be contrary, Neji moved his lips down to her collarbone, hooking one hand around her firm backside.
"And I wasn't wrong, was I?" she asked. "Just look how perfect we are together..."
Tenten squeaked as Neji pushed her sharply back on the mat. "Enough talk," he announced, forcing back his guilty anger with lust. "You keep saying stupid things."
Giggling, Tenten pulled him down to her, and Neji didn't hesitate. After all, it had nothing to do with feelings. This was his mission, and he had to make a full report.
XXXXX
Despite the pressing matter of taking up his chuunin rank, Neji didn't go back to report to the woman the next night.
Instead, his anger tempered by soft caresses and a good night's sleep, he took Tenten out to dinner. After all, he was a genius Hyuuga, and it was only natural for her to be attracted to him. The fact that anything had come of her infatuation was entirely his fault, and the thought left him feeling more guilty than angry.
Tenten, of course, was blissfully ignorant. She practically glowed as he pulled out her chair, setting a warm, kunai-callused hand on his atop the table for the duration of the meal and blushing brightly when the waiter brought only one spoon with their shared dessert.
Neji didn't like it, but it was the least he could do, given the circumstances. When he went back to report his accomplished mission tomorrow, he'd have to ask about the best way to get things back to normal. They had to work together peacefully with Lee as a team, and a girlfriend was the last thing he needed, no matter how nice it was to wake up with her warm, supple body curled tightly in his embrace.
It went without saying that he hadn't planned on going home with her after the meal. But her hand on his shoulder and look in her eyes told him that she wouldn't be satisfied leaving alone. And besides, he knew it wasn't right, but after the wasted time, money, and effort, he felt he deserved it.
Having had her once (well, six times, really), he now felt oddly entitled. Which made him feel sick. Although he hadn't technically lied, he'd taken her virginity, one of the most precious gifts a woman could bestow upon a man, under false pretenses.
Back in her room that night, he found it strange, even as Tenten's mouth crushed his hungrily, his hands all but ripping her dress from her shoulders, that sex had become something he so highly valued, even to the possible detriment of his career.
Maybe it was because it was different with Tenten. He wasn't sure he liked her more than the woman; in fact, he might even like her less. Her looks were much more common, and she didn't have the same quick wit. But there was something about her lack of pretense that pleased him.
While his trainer had been polished, everything was new to Tenten. Of course it had been awkward at first, and he'd had to apply a minor healing jutsu to relieve the sharp stinging she'd felt when he'd first stretched her to accommodate him. Thinking of the soft, comforting things he'd been forced to say to her then almost made his stomach churn. But her body had been firmer, her breasts higher,gasps more sincere, and knowing no better, she'd been happy to do whatever he liked.
This was undoubtedly what the woman had meant when she'd said it would be different with a virgin.
Some hours later, once more overwhelmed by bodily fulfillment, he drifted off to sleep, his senses filled with Tenten's soft breathing, her warm skin, and the scent of sex in the air.
And he wondered if he'd ever be able to go without it again.