The banging was loud enough to wake the dead, but Neji wasn't in the mood to care. He needed to see Tenten. And if she didn't come to the door in the next few seconds, he was willing to break it down to get to her.

He added his voice to the mix, yelling her name over the commotion of the thumping of his fists on her front door. If he were thinking rationally, he would know this was a ridiculous thing to be doing, but Neji was definitely not in his right mind. His pale eyes were bright, a glassy sheen coating them, and he had to catch himself more than once before he tripped over his own feet and fell down the few stairs leading up to her apartment.

The door flung open, so abruptly that Neji stumbled forward slightly, not expecting it. Tenten's furious face filled the space and Neji felt his heart pick up at the sight of her, hair ruffled and clothes unkempt from sleep.

"Neji, what the hell are you doing here? Are you drunk?" Her glare lessened for a moment, a different look taking its place at the sight of him wobbling in front of her. She shook her head. "What are you going to do if your uncle sees you like this? You're underage."

"I do not care if my uncle sees me," Neji replied, his voice clear, without a trace of slurring that would be present in anyone else.

"You will once you're sober again."

Neji stepped closer to his former girlfriend, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. His arms came up to rest on her shoulders, but his perception was off and they glided through the empty air in front of her. He tried again, this time hitting his target, and squeezed her shoulders as he stared into her eyes.

"I miss you, Tenten."

Even as hammered as he was, Neji noticed the hitch in her breath at his words, the way her pupils dilated, unable to look away from him. Her surprise lasted only a moment, though, before she tried to extract herself from his arms.

"No, Neji. We broke up. You can't be here."

Instead of stepping away, Neji planted his hands either side of her face and drew her to him, closing his lips over hers. She gave a surprised squeak and attempted to pull away, but he held her steady. Soon, she stopped struggling and kissed him back, just as passionately.

The taste of her lips after so long was like heaven. Like a drug he couldn't get enough of. He would forever be addicted to her taste, her scent. Of her. And he never wanted to part from her again.

Neji pushed her backwards, until they had crossed the threshold of her home and she was pressed against the wall of her living room. He ravaged her, his lips and teeth and tongue devouring her own in a frenzy of need he didn't think would ever be extinguished. His hands found their way under her night shirt, feeling the smooth, taut skin of her stomach before traveling upwards to her breasts. He groaned against her mouth at the feel of them in his hands after so long. He dropped his lips, kissing his way from her neck to her shoulder, revelling in the shivers he elicited from her at the contact.

Tenten's hands moved to rest against his chest, and for a moment Neji thought she would help him out of his shirt, but instead she pushed against him.

"Neji, stop." Her voice was breathy but firm, a command. When he didn't listen, she pushed against his chest harder. "You're drunk, Neji. Stop."

Neji didn't want to stop. Now that he had her in his arms, he wanted to strip her bare and worship her from head to toe. He wanted to show her with his body how much he cared for her, how much he missed her, and how much he needed her.

But even drunk, Neji had some sense about him. If she said to stop then he would stop.

Using every ounce of self-control he could muster, Neji let his arms fall to his side and stepped back, his ragged breathing loud in the quiet room. The sight of her, flushed with swollen lips, almost stole his control, but he reigned it in, forcing himself to stand still.

Tenten heaved a shaky sigh. She reached out and cupped the side of his face, her eyes shining with tears. "I miss you too Neji, but this isn't right. You're drunk right now; you don't know what you're doing."

She was wrong. He knew exactly what he was doing. Neji had been trying to find the courage to visit her. He had even thought of tossing his pride aside and begging her to take him back—that was how much she meant to him. It was only after he had found one of his uncle's bottles of liquor—and drank half of it—that he found the courage to see her.

Neji would never tell her that though, of course. No, let her think this was just a drunken mistake by a desperate man. He was desperate, yes, but this wasn't a mistake. He couldn't ever call kissing Tenten a mistake. Of feeling her body against him, of hearing her moans and sighs as he touched her.

Tenten took his silence for remorse, and she stepped back with a sad smile. "Be careful on your way home, Neji."

She allowed him to draw closer and kiss her softly once more before turning to leave. That response alone made Neji sure that he would be able to win her back. If she were truly over him, she wouldn't have let her kiss him at all. He knew how strong she was, knew she would have been able to stop him anytime.

No, she still wanted him. Cared for him, even. And that thought had him feeling hopeful, for the first time since their breakup. He would win her back. And then he would cherish her properly, the way he should have done the first time around.

Neji was determined to never let her go again.

Tomorrow's prompt is the last one for this storyline. Will they or won't they? And then I really need to get cracking on some of next week's prompts. I'm probably going to bail on a few of them though, if I don't find any inspiration soon.

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