Her back rammed into the wall of the tavern hallway as Neji's body slammed her against it, hands lost somewhere in her silky straight hair. Despite the roughness of his body movements, she noticed how his hands moved slowly and gently through her hair, savouring the smoothness that was normally caught up in buns or waves. She silently praised Ino for being the one to straighten it for her, after insisting that the four women spend the afternoon playing fashion stylist for each other in preparation for the evening's party. All things considered, Tenten was quite happy with the result. It was not very often that she wore clothes unrelated to missions or training, so to be wearing a slinky, loose top and snug denim jeans was a nice change. Judging from the hands now trying to work their way between the hem of her top and band of her pants, Neji appreciated her outfit as well, maybe a little too much.

He had pushed her back against the wall and just like he always preferred, lifted her legs to wrap around his waist as he slid her higher up the wall to even the difference in their heights. She could feel her shirt catching slightly on the panelling behind her and would have scolded him if she had any breath left, but when he pulled away she was too busy gasping for air to speak. She did manage to look up at him though, right before he leaned back in to take her lips again, and she recognised the need reflected in his eyes. Whether it had to do with her dancing with Kiba and Shikamaru all night, or for some other unknown reason she couldn't be sure. What she did know was that he was being unusually reckless and they needed to either leave or go back inside before things got out of hand.

"Neji," she whispered while trying to pry his head away from her neck unsuccessfully, "slow down."

He pulled away briefly, allowing her to put her hands on either side of his face, before changing tactics and pressing his lips hungrily against hers. Neji was pleased to note that her body was not agreeing with the commands of her voice, and Tenten responded instantly and forcefully. He felt her hands slip inside the collar of his shirt and slide as far down as his shirt would allow, warm and nimble. The front of her top had too high a neckline for him to get very far with it, and so he began working back down her neck and behind her ear, lips trailing fire as they went. He was just sliding her top up past her waist when Tenten jerked back, turning her head toward the party.

"What?" was the question Neji meant to ask but it came out as more of a low growl as he felt her whole body stiffen and her hands push against his chest.

"Did you hear that?" Tenten glanced at him, then back to the doorway at the end of the hall, "I think someone is coming."

Neji stilled her struggling with his hands and body so he could listen but was unable to distinguish any particular sound above the thumping of the music in the next room. He turned back to her and shook his head,

"I don't hear anything, Ten."

Her dark eyes were wide and pleading, eliciting a sigh from him as he grudgingly activated his Byakugan to check again. Though there was no one close enough to have noticed their presence, Neji noted that Ino was wandering in their general direction, likely heading for the restroom located at the opposite end of the hallway. Turning back to Tenten, he gave her a strange look before deactivating his bloodline trait and leaning close to her ear.

"Ino is coming," he paused and looked at her flushed face, noticing her rapid breathing, "Are you alright?"

Tenten nodded breathlessly before answering, "Fine. Do...do you want to go?"

Neji didn't even bother to respond, he simply stepped back with Tenten still wrapped around him, providing enough room for his hands to make the necessary gestures, before they found themselves suddenly back in Tenten's darkened apartment, courtesy of his ANBU training. They were just inside the doorway of her bedroom and he let her slide down to place her feet on the floor, before capturing her lips again as he backed her towards the bed. Tenten responded instantly, more relaxed now that they were not likely to be interrupted, her tongue sliding over his bottom lip as her knees buckled against the edge of the bed.

Neji felt her hand catch the front of his shirt as she dropped back and pulled them down together, maintaining the contact between their bodies. Leaning over her with his elbows on either side of Tenten's body, Neji deepened the kiss as she started undoing his shirt. He refused to make it easy for her, continuing to move his lips over her mouth, jaw and neck as she worked. Cool air soon reached his chest as warm hands slid his now open shirt off his shoulders, forcing him to sit up and allow it to pool at his waist before Tenten reached over and threw it to the floor.

"Eager," he smirked and raised an eyebrow as Tenten reached to pull him back down by the shoulders, fingers trailing over his now bare upper body.

"Impatient," she corrected with a slight grin, then kissed him again, gently nipping his bottom lip with her teeth.

A battle for dominance ensued, lips and hands moving roughly and hungrily over every inch of skin as Tenten's top slipped up her body and was pulled over her head, splaying her hair across the mattress. Neji leaned back to look at her and decided he liked Tenten in jeans, she never wore them much but the figure hugging shape and rich blue colour suited her. Bed sheets suited her better though, and he reached down to wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her with him as he rolled onto his back.

With Neji now underneath her, Tenten leaned down to work her warm lips over his chest, the soft swish of her silky hair brushing against both of them as it fell over her shoulders. Groaning, Neji dropped his head back, simultaneously fumbling with the button of her jeans, trying to peel them off as she slid further down his body, her lips following.

He reached suddenly to pull her back to him, rolling her to the side while he hastily unzipped and tugged her jeans down her legs, kicking them off the end of the bed when he was done. He watched as Tenten giggled quietly before working off his pants in a more gentle manner. When she was finished, she returned to straddle his hips, knees resting on either side of his body and forearms flat against his stomach as she bent to press her lips teasingly against his.

"Maybe I am not the impatient one…"

Twenty minutes later Neji finally pushed himself inside her, finished with messing around and guessing from Tenten's desperate attempts to pull him closer with her knees that she was too. The rhythm was familiar, the feel of her lips electric, and the fall of his hands to the back of her thigh and neck was natural. He wasn't sure why he needed it tonight, and he was definitely not an emotional kind of person, but it felt like something between them suddenly reconnected as their breathing and bodies synchronised. Maybe it was jealousy that Tenten and Shikamaru looked so comfortable together as they danced at the engagement party, or more misplaced frustration at his week in the compound. Either way, Neji realised too late that he was being rougher than usual, more selfish and domineering in his movements. A quick glance at Tenten's face and rapidly rising chest put him at ease - if anything, she looked more in need of release than he felt. She tilted her head back unconsciously, her breath starting to catch in her throat as his movements became erratic and rushed. He grinned inwardly that they might almost finish together but was shockingly interrupted by the distant sound of someone knocking on Tenten's front door.

Tenten caught his eyes as he froze, a frown rapidly forming on her flushed face while her hands clamped down on his upper arms to prevent him moving away. He continued at a slightly slower pace and dropped his head down to rest against her shoulder, attempting to block out the unwanted distraction. A few seconds later though, another knock sounded and was followed by the muffled sound of their exuberant teammate asking if Tenten was home. He almost jumped out of bed and pummeled Lee into the ground then, but Tenten had other plans. Her body was teetering on the edge and she could feel every twitch of both their muscles as he continued to absently roll his hips. Neji gave a slightly strangled groan when Tenten clamped her knees tighter and higher around his torso, effectively pulling him as deep as she could. It was enough to bring him back to the bedroom and less than a minute later the tightening of her body and the tremor that ran right through her was enough to push him over the edge as well.

Exhausted and sweaty, Neji rolled onto his back and dragged the sheets up to his waist. One hand dropped over his eyes in disbelief as the other wrapped around Tenten's shoulder when she curled into his right side.

"What could Lee have possibly wanted from you at this time of night!" he growled out, eliciting a smile and mock slap to the chest that made him raise his arm and turn to face Tenten.

"He didn't know he was interrupting. Don't be so grumpy," she laughed lightly and then stretched out against him with her head resting on his shoulder,

"I'll see what he says tomorrow."

Tenten yawned and closed her eyes, but Neji shot one last dirty glare in the direction of the front door before grunting a response and running a sleepy hand through Tenten's less straight hair.

Bloody Lee.