"Is one week really enough time?" I said dubiously. I knew the Hyuga's were efficient people, but planning a wedding in seven days seemed like a bit of a long shot to me, even if it was customary. "You only proposed yesterday."
"Considering that only five people will be attending," —a long yawn interrupted his answer— "one week is more than enough time," he finished.
"Five," I recited, holding up a fist. "You and me," I raised two fingers, "your uncle," another finger up, "and two elders?" I guessed, keeping my palm in the air.
"Precisely." Neji bent his own fingers over mine, trapping them in his tender hand. "It'll be a quiet ceremony."
After spending the entire night talking about anything and everything that happened to pop into our minds, we were now nestled together on my bed, totally at ease with the transformed atmosphere— one that didn't include a boatload of tension anymore.
"I think a winter wedding will be gorgeous," I noted, remembering the crunchy layers of snow from yesterday's training session.
Neji's arm slithered around my waist, a trail burning wherever he touched me. "Why do you say that?"
"Everything will be the complete opposite of what I see every day," I explained. I yearned to see white, white, white. Of course, blindness wasn't partial to personal preferences, so all I got was black, black, black.
Deciding to give Neji his own burn to nurse, I pressed my lips along the firm line of his jaw, relishing in the way his heart fluttered nervously.
I didn't want to push the issue of having a more. . . physical bond, though; I was nothing if not traditional, even if my wish seemed old-fashioned to most people. And while he'd agreed with me to wait until our honeymoon, I could still sense the urge that made itself known almost as much as Neji's own heartbeat. However, it wasn't as if the desire to share this most intimate act was one-sided; in fact, if I wasn't so tired right now—
Not helping, Keiden!
I could wait a week. . . right?