Author's Notes: NejiTen and NaruHina. Felt like writing something light-hearted for a change.

Don't Forget the Lock

Tenten opens the door, takes one look inside, and closes it again.

"Let's try the next one," she says evenly, her face very carefully revealing nothing. Neji's eyebrow quirks.

"Why?" he asks, reaching past her for the knob, obviously wanting to see for himself. Her hand snaps out and closes around his wrist, halting him. He blinks. She smiles.

"Neji," she says, pointedly moving closer, her free hand rising to lightly brush his long hair. She looks at him through long lashes and it's no accident when her chest brushes his. She hears him swallow audibly. "I like the one on the end better. It's a little more private, don't you think? Less interruptions?" She punctuates this by leaning up to trace her lips along his jaw, her fingers dipping beneath the collar of his formal gi.

Neji's breath quickens. His hand falls away from the door.

"Everyone's still at the festival," she murmurs, the ornaments in her hair tinkling merrily. Neji's palm comes to rest on the curve of her waist, the silk of her kimono wrinkling.

"Everyone except for us," he agrees, and he leans into her a little, her arm moving around her, "and whoever it is that you don't want me to see."

He pushes the door open but the smug look on Neji's face is drained in an instant. Tenten closes her eyes briefly and hopes there isn't too much bloodshed. She really likes her dress.

"Hinata-sama... and... Naruto?"

Neji is honestly surprised and so are the two on the couch. They fumble upright, Hinata rearranging clothing, her face a bright shade of red. Naruto moves more slowly but his face is the guiltiest thing Tenten's seen in awhile, and she's seen quite a few things. He's keeping quiet though, a wise choice when one is discovered making out with the Hyuuga heir, and by her cousin no less.

"N...Neji-nii-san, it... it's not what it looks like!"

Tenten shakes her head sadly. It's really very tragic. Naruto is much too young to die.

Neji doesn't seem to think so.

He moves into the room, a tall, regal figure as dark as a thundercloud. She follows, moving out of the doorframe so Naruto can make a run for it. Of course, that's what he should do, but that only means he'll do no such thing. Naruto is, if nothing else, predictably unpredictable.

"Neji," she says quietly, injecting as much reason as possible into her voice. "Let's just go. They're teenagers-"

Naruto cuts her off. "We're not children," he says, and his expression is rather serious. It's a little disconcerting. "Hinata and I talked. We're not going to do anything stupid."

Neji's eyes are narrowing. Not a good sign. Any eye movement is bad, really. "What do you call taking Hinata-sama to a private room and leaving the door unlocked? If I had wanted to kill either of you, I could have done it before you even noticed I was here."

Hinata and Naruto both relax slightly at this. Tenten supposes Neji talking about murder in the hypothetical way is encouraging.

Meanwhile, Naruto is having an epiphany. "Wait a minute, you're upset about the lock? So it's alright for me to take Hinata to a hotel?"

Neji's pale complexion clouds and Tenten grabs his arm, pulling him back towards the hallway. "Alright, we're leaving now. You two kids be good!" She flashes them a strained smile and slams the door closed, immediately on the receiving end of Neji's glare.

"You knew about this," he accuses.

"I did not! Well, not until I stuck my head in there and saw them." She pointed a finger at him. "But it hasn't exactly been a secret that Hinata likes Naruto, so why shouldn't they be together? May I remind you that we are at a hotel?"

His mouth compresses briefly. "That's different."

"Oh really?"

He turns his head in a pouty sort of way. "Yes."

She slides up to him again and lays a sweet kiss on his cheek. "You know, Neji, sometimes you think too much." She turns and starts down the corridor, swirling the room key around her finger jauntily. "I guess I'm going to have to go to bed alone then, if you're going to stand there and-"

He plucks the key from her deftly and opens the door for her when they reach it.

She smiles and calls over her shoulder.

"Don't forget the lock."

The End