Title: Escape
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Neji/Tenten
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 316
Summary/Description: In his arms, nothing is impossible to escape.
Warning/Spoilers: No spoilers. Very little in the way of warning. Just some… stuff.
A/N: This was blessedly easy and fun to write. Usually, any given fic takes me a few days; I got this out in a half-hour.
Dedication: For Lellian, who wins. :D Sorry, but the Team Gai bunnies weren't biting. Hope you like this.
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine. There.
She woke up biting her thumb to draw sacrificial blood for a summoning. Her sitting frame was tense, fraught with battle-readiness and anticipation, as a hand delved into the pocket of her pants for a scroll.
Only belatedly did she realise that she was not wearing any pants, but a short, filmy nightgown, and that her sanguine offering was dripping uselessly onto the bed sheets, marking them red. A look around made the dream haze fizzle into nothingness; she was in her bedroom. Tenten sighed, pushed her dishevelled hair out of her face, and stuck the finger into her mouth.
The reposing form next to her stirred. She turned to find Neji staring up at her with translucent eyes of silver-white.
"What's the matter?" he asked in that soft, hollow baritone that made her toes curl.
"Nothing," she said around her thumb, sliding down to curl against him. "Unpleasant dream."
One arm slithered round to embrace her loosely about the waist; the hand of the other slid the injured digit from her mouth and drew it into his own. Tenten's breath hitched as he applied a slight pressure, indenting her thumb onto the rough of his tongue. She didn't know whether to curse him or thank him when, a few seconds later, he released it.
"Pleasanter?" he queried, pressing a kiss to the slick tip of her thumb.
"Much," she somehow managed to say with no oxygen in her lungs. Her breath had deserted her, chased away to whatever place it went to whenever Neji was this close.
He smiled, and her heart ached to see it. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her so that she would lie atop him. Stroking his lean face, she gladly fell into the escape of his arms, swooping down to touch her lips to his.
There would be no more dreams or horrors to disturb her for the night.
A/N: Murr. :D