Chapter 17: The Way Things Were Meant to Be
Tenten felt Neji's tongue stroke over her bottom lip, asking, begging, demanding her to open her mouth. She complied, and felt it hesitantly pass her lips, sliding over her teeth to touch its counterpart tentatively. She felt the gentle sucking of his mouth, pulling at her tongue to play as well. His arms were around her back, one hand pressing her closer, the other stroking up her spine, gliding over her neck, to begin to work her hair out of its trademark style. The silken brown strands fell free, allowing his fingers to work between them, holding her, controlling her. Her palms pressed against his chest as her head swam. She couldn't think straight, all she felt was his hands, in her hair, at the base of her spine, and his hot mouth on hers. The kiss was tender and yet demanding, gentle but unyielding, and above all it erased all thoughts but of this moment. It was intoxicating, just as she remembered his kisses to be.
"Neji . . ." she whispered breathlessly, as his mouth left hers to trail light, hot kisses to her ear. She inhaled sharply as she felt his hot breath on her skin, then his mouth fastened onto the place where her neck met her shoulder and she squirmed, unable to control herself. "Neji-kun . . ."
He laid her down on the hard, cold surface of the roof, covering her with his body, straddling her as he continued to torture the skin of her neck. She squirmed under him as one of his hands went beside her head, bracing him above her, and the other found her hand, twining their fingers together.
"Wait," she whined, "stop! This doesn't feel right . . ."
Neji pulled back and looked down at her, confused, but she smiled back at him, "Isn't it me that's supposed to be seducing you on a rooftop?"
Tenten felt her heart soar at Neji's reply. He grinned. Not a proud grin, not a self-satisfied smirk, but a real grin, one that conveyed true happiness, real excitement, and some strange inner warmth from deep in a part of him that only Tenten had ever had the privilege to see. She grinned back, breathing hard, and a moment later his mouth came down to crush hers again, letting her taste him, and in turn tasting her, as he proceeded to show her just how happy he was. This felt real. This felt right. This felt like it had seven years ago, like this was the way things were meant to be.
His hand unwound itself from hers and went for her shirt buttons, as her freed hand went to his hair. Her fingers worked in between the dark strands, so much longer than hers, as she felt the first button on her top snap open. She smirked into the kiss. He was still good at this.
Tenten's other hand stroked down his chest and slipped under his shirt, the familiar feel of his well defined muscles bringing back a flood of memories.
He felt her hand on his abdomen and groaned. He remembered this. How many times had this happened before? His job as lookout, or an assignment to scan a village for enemies interrupted by her, her soft lips on his neck, her clever, curious hands on his chest. Just how was he meant to concentrate when she insisted on taking the opportunity of their isolation to explore his body with her fingers, with her tongue, rubbing herself against him as he tried valiantly to delay her, pleading for just a few more minutes to complete a secondary search, just to be sure, before . . .
Memory was lost in the present feeling of her hand, tracing over a familiar path, exploring every inch of his chest beneath his shirt as though this were the first time. Her mouth moved against his with such a welcome warmth, the taste of her flooding him with desire. He didn't fumble on the buttons of her shirt, they were well beyond that stage, and in another second it was lying beneath her. He heard one of her kicked-off shoes tumble over the edge of the rooftop, and he wondered idly if it had woken anyone. He heard her moan loudly and suddenly an idea occurred to him, a wickedly clever idea that made him smirk.
Releasing her mouth he trailed kisses to her ear again. Breathing harshly, he rasped, "Shh, shh, Ten-chan, there's a child down there this time, remember? We have to be quiet."
He pulled back to look into her eyes, and the smirk on his face sent delicious shivers down her spine. He was teasing her. He knew she was a screamer, she'd always been loud. Now he was putting himself in control by putting limitations on her. It was bold, demanding, and just a little bit cruel.
And damn how it aroused her.
Rather than moan or pant to show her approval, she played along, keeping quiet as she instead fixed him with an entrancing stare, sat up a little and started to undo her breast bindings. He watched as though hypnotized as she slowly, seductively unwound the white bandages confining her ample chest, until finally she lay back, arms above her head, squirming suggestively under him with a heated look in her eyes.
The scene below him had to be the most erotic thing he'd seen in seven years. An incredibly beautiful woman, topless, writhing in need between his legs and begging him without words to take her? It was just too tempting. Leaning down, he caught both her wrists, pinning them in place above her head, then buried his head in the valley of her breasts.
Tenten squirmed even more as he kissed and nipped at the soft flesh. He kissed each nipple softly before taking one into his mouth, rolling the tiny bead with his tongue. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, fighting the urge to cry out. Then he started to suck, ever so gently, pulling on the hardened bud with his teeth.
"Mmmm!" Tenten whined, arching her back.
Instantly he released her breast, his mouth coming to hover over hers instead. "What was that, Ten-chan?" he teased huskily.
She squirmed again. "Its . . . its not fair . . ." she panted, "I want to see you."
Neji smirked again. Rising up on his knees, he quickly pulled of his shirt and cast it aside, exposing his chest.
"That's more like it," Tenten whispered, sitting up before he could come back on top of her. She prayed silently that she remembered that sweet spot correctly . . . Neji groaned as Tenten suckled gently at a place on his side, his fingers working into her hair. Tenten smirked. She had remembered.
Neji let out something that might have been a low growl, forcing her onto her back again. His mouth came back to capture hers again, as his hands went to her hips, thumbs hooking into the elastic hem, panties and all, and jerking downward. She gasped against his mouth at the sudden exposure, fighting a loud whine. She could practically feel him smirk into the kiss as the fingers of one hand stroked over her dripping outer folds teasingly. It was all she could do not to scream out 'Neji-kun!' when he slipped the first finger inside her.
He swirled the finger slowly around her clit, torturing her, and she shuddered in pleasure and anticipation. Another finger was added and the kiss deepened, and Tenten thought she would die if she couldn't make a noise.
Pulling her lips from his, she begged breathlessly, "P-please . . . Neji-kun . . . I can't . . ."
"Sure you can," he whispered teasingly, "we can't wake little rabbit . . . what would she think . . ."
Tenten moaned. "Then don't . . . ahh . . . don't tease me damn you! Ah . . . more!"
Neji didn't need telling twice. He pulled back a moment, and a few seconds later he was straddling her bare form again, this time completely naked.
"Sh sh, Ten-chan," he whispered against her mouth. He placed several light kisses on her lips before finally plunging his tongue into her mouth. His hands found her wrists and held them still once more, his mouth occupying hers, almost as though to distract her from what he was doing, as he pressed his hips downward.
Not even the ferocity of his kiss could stifle her whine as he entered her, agonizingly slowly, inch by glorious inch, until he was buried in her tight heat. Even he couldn't suppress his groan at the feel of being inside her again. God, it felt like coming home. He hadn't been inside this woman for seven years, and it wasn't until now that he realized just how tortuously slowly each and every minute of those seven years had passed without her. Part of him wanted to just stay like this, sheathed inside her forever, but she was wiggling so deliciously under him, and the aching need driving both of them now demanded friction.
The kiss was broken and they both panted harshly against each other's mouths. Tenten whined, rotating her hips, pressing against him as he hesitated to move. "Neji-kun . . ."
He slid out of her, just as slowly as he entered, his eyes locked on hers. "Neji-kun . . ." she repeated, her pitch slightly higher as she writhed in undisguised need.
Then Neji did two things at once, being sure to time them exactly right. He pressed his mouth roughly back onto hers, his tongue demanding immediate entry, which she gave.
And he rammed back into her.
Tenten moaned loudly, her voice stifled by his kiss. He remembered the angle.
Her legs went around his back as he set his pace fast and brutal. His mouth never left hers as he swallowed cry after cry, a stream of pleasure noises being released into his mouth as he thrust in and out of her, always being sure to keep the right angle. She remembered his sweet spot. Well, he remembered hers too. Her cries got louder and louder as she got closer and closer, just as he was sure she was going to scream into his mouth so loud she would wake the whole Army . . .
There came an indeterminable noise from below them.
They stopped immediately, poised on the edge of an earth shattering climax, him halfway out of her, their mouths a fraction of an inch away. They listened, not daring to breath, petrified they had woken someone. After several agonizing moments, Neji pressed his mouth gently back against Tenten's.
Then he thrust back into her so hard she came then and there.
He forced his tongue almost down her throat as she screamed into his mouth. The sound of her cry vibrated through his body as she clenched around him, making him lose it, emptying inside her with an animalistic grunt of his own. He collapsed on his back by her side, pulling her tight into his arms as they waited for their breathing to return to normal, listening intently for signs of anyone stirring inside.
Just as Neji began to relax, content that they had disturbed no one, he felt her soft lips on his shoulder. He glanced at her, to see her gazing at him with those big, round chocolate eyes.
"I'm sorry I wasn't very quiet," she whispered innocently, resting her chin on his chest and cuddling into his side, "Do you think we could try it again?"
"God woman, you're insatiable as ever!" he laughed. He kissed her anyway.
"Good," Tenten said abruptly, pushing herself up on her arms, "but first you have to help me find me shoe."
