It seemed there were explosions that had ripped up the dirt and buildings, under one of the chunks of debris she found Lee.
Readying herself to call out to him she was immediately silenced by the footsteps behind her. Her scrolls were all ready out and throwing weapons before anyone could blink. She was correct with her assumption, the blonde stood stock still and blinked owlishly before falling to the ground dead.
With a poof the clone disappeared and all Tenten had time for was to turn to meet her real opponent before she was slammed into a wall. She glared up at him all the while taking in his appearance, as well as his rightfully decorated Akatsuki cloak.
"So you are a shinobi." As he whispered his hot breath fanned across her face and she couldn't stop the urges of arousal that was still coursing through her. It was when he stepped back and the cloak fell off him did she finally see what she had only felt earlier.
He was wearing a fishnet shirt which showed his muscular and scarred chest. His pants were black and baggy, barely held up by his lean frame. She forced herself too not stare and to keep her attention on his face, which now sported a knowing smirk. Dammit.
In her attempt to wipe away his smirk she lashed out with her legs and managed to kick him on his inner thigh. He grunted as the smirk fell from his face and his hands bit her wrists. Wait a minute--he was grinning again as he pinned both arms above her head with one hand.
With his unoccupied hand he brought it in front of her face, before she could even ask what he was doing his hand grinned at her. "This is my bloodline limit." She watched fascinated by the way the mouth licked itself. It wasn't as flashy as the sharingan not as menacing as the byakugan but Tenten thought it was better than both.
Of course this coming from someone without a bloodline or a last name to call her own, wasn't really saying much. "What's the matter? Is it that scary?" Tenten tore her gaze from his grinning hand to his grinning face, she opened her mouth to tell him how much she liked his bloodline when a building near by collapsed.
Jerking in surprise both the shinobi remained perfectly still. Well as still as one can be with a tongue in their mouth. Tenten's eyes snapped open, her shock shown in his eyes as well. He may have been still but the tongue his hand was not, it continually brushed and caressed her own.
What didn't help matters was how close he stood to her not too mention how hard he was getting. Cautiously she rubbed her tongue against his before her eyes closed at the feeling. This feels good. The groan that escaped the blonde agreed with her.
Hmm not bad for an Akatsuki. Tenten yanked away from his mouthed hand, her cheeks burned and she turned away from him, willing her frantic heart too calm. "Kunoichi." Tenten turned to his tinted cheeks and dazed eyes, she watched as his tongue darted out to wet his parted lips.
Her mouth tasted faintly like clay and by biting her lips she fought to restrain the excitement and sexuality thrumming to get free. "Kunoichi." He was about to continue when the sound of metal crashing was heard behind them. Two heads turned to watch Neji stagger to his feet.
"It seemed I missed one." Tenten's wide worried eyes went from Neji's disheveled physique to the battle ready Akatsuki. Neji blinked several times before pulling a piece of metal from his limp right arm. There were several trails of blood sliding down his forehead as well as down his exposed chest.
Tenten stifled any sort of sound as she took in Neji's appearance. She didn't need to be a genius to understand that Neji couldn't fight in this condition, Lee was still out and she couldn't find Gai anywhere. Neji stumbled back but caught himself before falling, he didn't utter a sound at the compromising position her and the crimin--That's it!
Tenten thrust her hips into his, effectively stopping any sort of ideas he had about killing Neji. The Akatsuki turned to her with an expression of half pleasure and annoyance. Well at least his attention's on me. The Akatsuki leaned away from her and with his left hand he reached into a pouch on his side.
"Later kunoichi, right now I'm going to make some art." Puzzled by his words but lacking the time to think on it Tenten desperately racked her brain for a distraction, a way that would completely keep this man busy while Neji escaped. As the man turned towards Neji, Tenten could feel his fading erection brush her body and the idea came to her.
"Wait.." The man released her hands and stepped closer to his target. "I said wait.."
"I won't let you distract me from killing your teammate kunoichi, so your just out of luck."
"He's not my teammate...I..I don't know who he is." The man glared at her before turning back to Neji's unstable form.
"Good one kunoichi but I don't believe you, yeah. Don't worry after I kill him you and me can--"
"So you think you can put me off? I won't let you." Deidara couldn't see her face but he heard the anger in her voice, without even turning he spoke.
"Oh yeah? How are you going to do--" Tenten grabbed a fistful of his cloak, yanked him around to face her and kissed him. This aggressive invasive all out kiss that left them both feeling unhinged and falling. Her hands held his lips to hers as he backed her up against the wall once more.
Too caught up in the moment Deidara missed the third chakra signature disappearing, but Tenten did and she was glad. She felt his hands move down her body, his fingers tightened their pressure as they touched her breasts through the fabric.
She gasped and turned away from his lips swallowing in breath just as before, only for a different reason. Not at all discouraged Deidara kissed her jaw and then down the column of her neck, kissing the valley of her breasts before being stopped by the fabric of her kimono.
Tenten tightened her grip on the back of his neck as his hands deftly pulled on the tie of her obi. She couldn't let him get too Neji, not while she still had his desires laid thickly on herself. Of course that train of thought did nothing to keep the embarrassment from darkening her cheeks.
He parted her kimono to his hungry gaze then stepped back to observe her. Her cheeks grew in color and she shivered at the look in his eye, a frown marred his features before he stepped up to her and kissed her once more.
Their tongues met again as he held her wrists flat against the wall. He parted her kimono further apart with his legs as one hand removed the comb from her hair. With his second hand he ran his fingers through the slightly wet tresses.
Then suddenly he pulled away and Tenten, so surprised, remained in the position he unknowingly posed her. He moved the hair from his left eye and snapped the lens. It took only a second for Tenten to realize that he had a scope on his eye, and he had taken her picture.
Angrily she threw a punch at his face, which he used to pull her into him. "Pervert." His smile was back full force and Tenten once again was tempted to wipe that smirk away. Tilting her chin up his lips invited her to continue where they left off.
"You're a piece of art, yeah and honestly how could I resist?" His hands were on her ass as he lifted her up and pinned her to the wall with his hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist as this time he used all three tongues to make her see how dangerous a man could be.
