The Switch
Chapter Two – The Lust
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, but that's so obvious isn't it?
Tenten literally rushed out of the shower—heart racing, shallow breathing and a face red enough to rival the colour of chilli peppers. Never in her life had she ever taken such a quick shower. But she just simply couldn't handle it. At least, she thought she could have survived a few minutes but then her curious eyes mysteriously wandered downwards and—
"Oh dear," was the only thing that had escaped her lips.
She had stubbornly kept her eyes closed while she soaped her broad shoulders and chest not wishing to see any of Sasuke's bodily assets. And she referred to them as assets because well...surely he didn't acquire so many fangirls with that pretty face of his alone; though an extremely pretty face it was indeed.
Somewhere between the lines of reality and unreality, she forgot about being in his body and attempted to wash between her thighs, and that was when it hit her—literally. The weight of it against her wrist sent her eyes flying open. There was a muffled shriek before she shuddered and her hand retreated to her sides.
Dressing had been a series of awkward events as well. Goose bumps had filled her skin while she tried the concentrate the bulge into a comfortable position in her boxers. It was utterly disgusting having to look at the damn thing, let alone touch it. After easily getting a blue T-shirt over her shoulders, she slid into a pair of black skinny jeans, stuck her feet in a pair of white socks and sneakers, retrieved Sasuke's knapsack then headed downstairs in the search of the kitchen.
Not much could be done about his chicken butt hair.
The flushness of her cheek hadn't paled when she stumbled upon the Uchihas having breakfast, in particularly Itachi long ebony tresses were neatly caught in a loose ponytail in the back and his equally dark orbs fixed or perhaps glaring at his meal. He represented contrasting radiance; his dark features complemented his pale skin. There had to be a law against looking that good, Tenten thought.
But judging from the scalding onceover that he gave her, they'd be a law against taking such a good look at him.
She would have giggled, except she was too preoccupied with gawking at the way he ate his cereal—such masculine elegance. His movements were fluid, like he was dancing to music only he could hear. Quite intrigued she watched as his spoon journeyed from his bowl to his thin lips, they seemed to do so in a prolonged manner—as if in slow motion.
Damn it Tenten what's so captivating about watching him eat cereal?
"Is there something the matter Sasuke?" his father asked, jolting her from her state of enthrallment.
Shaking her head and sighing, she reluctantly sat down at the dining table, mindful of the three pairs of onyx orbs keeping her under careful scrutiny.
"Good morning," she mumbled—what was good about the morning?
Breakfast was relatively quiet, except for Mrs. Uchiha's polite attempt to start conversations. These were immediately discouraged by lack of enthusiasm and participation from the rest of the family. Finally surrendering, she resorted to listening to the idle chatter between the eldest Uchiha and his father. Every once in a while Itachi would smirk at her—or rather, Sasuke. But she presumed it had everything to do with the fact that he thought Sasuke had sneaked out to shack up with some hoe last night.
Did that happen often?
But Tenten found grave difficultly in willing her knees to stay solid and not turn to jelly every time Itachi's penetrating gaze fell upon her? Frankly she'd much rather bask in the glory of acquiring his attention (do you know how many girls would kill to have him look at them?), though she had to refrain from it, for the sake of her cover.
It was mighty pathetic however, that the first time she went under the curious scrutiny of a boy, he turned out to be her brother! Sasuke's brother—she corrected herself. And the most obvious fact being she was now a dude.
"Would you like some more scrambles eggs sweetheart?" Mrs. Uchiha asked, having noticed how quickly Sasuke's plate went empty.
"Thanks Sasuke's mom," she answered, helping herself to another serving of scrambled eggs without having realized what she had said.
Silence screeched.
They stared at her.
Half-way between snatching up another pancake she remembered her current plight and muttered, "I meant...hn," she added the duo's (Sasuke and Neji) signature way of communicating, accentuating it with a casual shrug of the shoulders.
It amazed her how they both boys could build an entire conversation around hns. Honestly, how did they understand each other? Because if you minus the occasional, 'Hyuuga' or 'Uchiha' all that you would be left with were 'hns'.
They continued to stare at her oddly, except for Itachi, he seemed amused.
"Hn," she tried again. This time it sounded more convincing—more Sasuke-like.
"Quite an appetite you've got Sasuke," Sasuke's father noted.
"After all that extra-co-curricular activity what'd you expect?" Itachi volunteered with a knowing look on his face.
Tenten flushed, the older Uchiha was by no means trying to cover up what he really meant. She realized then, that her stay wasn't going to be a walk in the park. Her devastatingly handsome brother would make certain of that.
Fugaku grinned and patted Sasuke roughly on the back; the force of it almost had Tenten swallowing her spoon. "Captain of the football team..." he said proudly rubbing his back. "That's my boy."
At this Itachi scoffed.
Tsk sibling rivalry, Tenten thought gruffly.
"In his days, Itachi had been both the captain of the soccer and football team," Fugaku was telling her.
She was sure Sasuke had heard this a lot, perhaps too many times. But Tenten turned to Itachi in silent admiration. It takes hard work and dedication to pull off something like that, what with season clashes and school work. "Class president, valedictorian—" he continued but was intercepted.
"—Honey, Sasuke and Itachi have very different goals," their mother commented grudgingly.
It wasn't long before it became blatantly clear that favouritism existed within the Uchiha household. The father clearly worshipped the ground Itachi walked on and—well, being the youngest; Sasuke was bound to be mommy's baby. The whole idea had her fighting the urge to hurl over and die of laughter.
"I'm simply saying that Sasuke could take a leaf out of Itachi's book," Fugaku argued, inducing the already overly confident Uchiha teen.
"You were praising him just now!"
"He could do much better if he spent less time slacking off."
"I agree," Itachi coughed.
Tenten didn't know what to make of the argument, so she resorted to frowning, pretty sure Sasuke would have done the same thing. She couldn't imagine the horror of constantly walking within the shadows of a sibling. And it still wouldn't matter if Sasuke accomplished all that Itachi had, because in the end, the fact still remains that Itachi did them first.
"He can't be the soccer team captain, Hyuuga Neji holds that position and might I add he's doing a superb job. He's a fine young man, that Hyuuga boy!" Mrs. Uchiha spoke with pride as though she were speaking about one of her own. But even Tenten knew it was said to further infuriate the Uchiha head.
She blushed at the mention of boy who held her heart captive's name—Hyuuga Neji a fine boy indeed; he was an even finer catch. But when it came to her, he spelt not a chance in hell.
Guys like Neji were rare, so they were allowed to be picky, with reason. And judging from his previous affiliations, he seemed to go for cheerleaders—notably blondes. This small fact plagued her when she had realized the trend. She was nowhere near slender or flexible enough to be a cheerleader and unless she was colour-blind, she wasn't blonde. Problem found, could it possibly be solved?
Perhaps being in Sasuke's body could offer a little assistance now that she wouldn't have to admire from afar. Maybe she could even coax Neji into a date with her. She silenced her stalkerish thoughts.
Having been inside the Uchiha residence, she was beginning to believe that guys like Neji weren't totally extinct after all. Itachi could give him a run for his money in every department. And Sasuke was as pleasing to the eye-sight as he was an asshole. And that's really saying something because the young Uchiha was an absolute dick.
But Sasuke too, like Neji tended to go for the usual high school clichés...cheerleaders, vapid, blondes, shallow, dense, blondes, to name a few. When has the brainy brunette from the archery club ever gotten the guy? Never.
And a shot with Itachi was beyond far-fetched, surely you don't expect Itachi—the high-school grad, double major, university student and Konoha's heart-throb to look in the direction of a high school brat.
"And that's another thing, you're obvious appreciation for anything Hyuuga," Mr. Uchiha fumed. "It's preposterous!"
"Just because yourself and Hiashi have unresolved issues, doesn't mean that the kids ought to promote this ridiculous family feud as well," the female head said sternly.
"That'll be our cue," Itachi told her and got up with Tenten following closely behind.
After they were both clear out of the grownup's earshot Itachi turned to her, "So who was she?" he asked with a devilish glint in his dark eyes.
"S-she?" Tenten stuttered, quite confused but more giddy underneath his gaze.
Itachi raised his index finger at her accusingly then said smugly, "Her."
For a second or two she just stared back at him. That was, until her eyes drifted to Sasuke's reflection in a mirror situated on the wall in the hallway. It was then that she saw what Itachi was pointing to.
She didn't remember putting that there, at least she hope she didn't. Nonsense! Surely she'd remember if she had branded the Uchiha with a hickey.
Tenten swallowed, staring at the blemish which stood out on the pale flesh of her neck. "Her?" she asked, for some reason her mouth kept moving but her mind went dead.
"I know that's not a soccer injury," Itachi elevated a dark brown then smirked. "Sasuke you have some explaining to do."
Without thinking she said, "Believe me he does."
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Regardless of his seventeen years Uchiha Sasuke was very familiar with the female anatomy. In fact, he had seen a great deal of it before he had hit puberty at the tender age of thirteen, all thanks to the girlfriend of his brother at the time. But that was a story for another time.
Really...there had been no need to scoff or do silly things such as close his eyes while he showered. Sasuke was beyond that. He resisted the urge to chuckle—or more accurately—giggle, at the thought that Tenten probably did squirm and shudder while she took care of the essentials.
Such naivety was often seen as a nuisance to but as much as Sasuke hated to admit it, this time around, it was sort of cute. Another thing that he wouldn't admit, not even to himself, was that whatever Tenten didn't have in features she definitely made up for it in structure. Long legs, high chest, broad hips, narrow waist, and sufficient junk in the trunk—pity if she wasn't such a know-it-all he would've rated her above a five.
The childlike eyes fell upon him again and he couldn't help but noticed the fine bone structure which has become his own. She had nice skin, clean and tanned to bring out the colour of her eyes. She hadn't bad lips either—plumped and pink they looked almost enticing; operative word being almost. After tucking behind his ears the loose, wet, chestnut strands which stuck to his face, he wrapped himself in a towel and drew his gaze away from his reflection, oddly to his dismay.
Upon retreating to Tenten's bedroom he groaned along with his stomach. He was absolutely famished. By the time he had finished rummaging through her closet for something he deemed feminine, Sasuke was depressed. Silently he wondered if she shopped in the boy's section. The damn girl didn't own a single piece of girlish garment, besides underwear. The vast array of them which he stumbled upon inside one of her draws had stimulated his interest.
He was almost certain it wasn't normal behaviour to examine one's under things so keenly, the girl that bombarded into the room a few seconds after he had picked up the third item certainly didn't think so either.
"Ten!" she gasped, her almond shaped grey eyes sparked with something halfway between amusement and bewilderment. "What are you doing?" her voice piped, tilting her blonde head to one side.
Shoving back the piece of clothing in the draw Sasuke closed it and turned to his most unwelcomed guest. "Haven't you heard of knocking?" he glowered.
She blinked, probably taken aback by the terseness. "Good morning to you too."
"Hn," he grunted indifferently.
She continued to stare, "Are you alright?"
He scoffed, "Why wouldn't I be?"
She bit a finger as though in deep thought, "Well for one, I caught you staring at your underwear as though they were some alien device to be used in the apocalypse."
Slightly amused he had to ask, "Is that so?" Not expecting a response because clearly it was meant to be a rhetorical question he asked seriously, "Don't I have any other type of clothing?" he grimaced at the thought of the closet packed with t-shirts and baggy jeans.
Arguably he should feel comfortable wearing just that, but he didn't wear jeans twice his size. Nor did he buy clothes that were torn. It was just dumb. Why would he pay the same amount of money for a perfectly intact pair of jeans that he would for something that looked as though it had already been worn? And he wouldn't start ranting about those ridiculous logos imprinted on her shirts, 'go green and keep the swag clean'. Three words came to mind; what—the—fuck?
"You could always raid my closet if you like," the girl suggested, studying Tentenclosely.
He really didn't need to care what he wore to school, he was going as Tenten and she obviously didn't care, judging from her wardrobe. Regardless, he gave her a curt nod of the head and followed behind as she led the way to what seemed to be her room. If not anything else, curiosity had influenced his decision. Drawing the towel even closer around himself, he scanned the nameless girl's room. It was adorned with pictures of herself and Tenten. Smirking at a picture of the brunette and the said girl sticking their tongues out, he wondered what affiliation they shared.
He remembered the days when he and Itachi had been close. But their parents had unconsciously driven a wedge between them with their constant comparison of their accomplishments. Now every time he looked at Itachi he felt nothing but resentment and perhaps even envy.
"What's the occasion sis?" the girl asked, opening her closet then stepping aside to let him take a look inside. His interest peaked, until she opened her mouth to speak again. "Have you finally decided to take my advice on Neji," she grinned.
Sasuke choked.
"Sometimes a girl has to make the first move," she said, pulling a baby blue tank top from her closet, waiting for Sasuke's approval.
He shook his head. "What about Neji?" he asked impatiently.
She giggled, mindful of the death glare aimed in her direction, "When are you never in the mood to talk about Neji?"
"Right now," Sasuke cringed, waving off another top she suggested. He had always suspected that Tenten harbour feelings for his friend. He didn't care to point it out to the clueless Hyuuga, simply because Neji never showed any particular interest. Besides, it was probably in both their interests if they stuck to persons of the same social status.
"I overheard some girls saying that Yamanaka Ino is on the hunt," her voice dropped. "And Neji's her new target. But having been turned down by Sasuke so many times, you'd have thought she learnt her lesson."
"Hn," the mention of Ino's name initiated a migraine.
She shot Tenten a coy look, "That Uchiha Sasuke is quite an eye candy as well," she chuckled. "It's a wonder he manages to stay single."
At this he smirked.
Tsk cocky bastard.
She held out a purple spaghetti-strapped dress, for a moment Sasuke's eyes gleamed but as soon as the glint had surfaced it dispersed. Assuming that meant approval she laid the dress on the bed and went to fetch appropriate footwear.
After stealing a quick glance at her rear while she stooped, he offered, "I presume he has better things to do with his time than engage in meaningless relationships," Sasuke couldn't resist the urge to gloat.
At this she gave up her pursuit and stood, "At first I thought it was just me, but something's very off about you this morning Ten," she pointed a finger at the brunette.
He arched a brow, "Hn."
"Because I clearly remember you saying Sasuke was the biggest asshole you knew."
The temperature in the room dropped. His features darkened and without thinking he asked, "She said that?"
Well then, he thought to himself, I'll show you how much an asshole I can be when you turn up to school wearing a chicken costume.
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Itachi's car came to a screeching halt at the school's entrance. If he could have, without having to face the wrath of his parents later, he probably would have kicked her out of the car—flat on her face.
"Have a nice day to you too, asshole!" she scowled as Itachi's car sped off once more. Behind her, she heard a few gasps, a few sighs and—she winced—quite a few squeals. Right on cue, she thought with a shudder, in came the dreaded fangirls.
"Uchiha-san!"
"Sasuke-kun!"
She narrowed her eyes at two of them in particular, Haruno Sakura and Yamanaka Ino—founder and co-founder of the WFLSU. That's short forWe Fucking Love Sasuke Uchiha. Those girls took their religion—i.e. fangirlism—very seriously. Honestly, if they had a shrine dedicated to him, she wouldn't be surprised. Their infatuation with the boy had been cute at first, now it has become an obsession; it has transcended what Shikamaru deemed a drag.
Having to hear about how great smart and handsome Sasuke was, really begins to take a toll on one's sanity after a while. A day hasn't gone by when she didn't hear the word Sasuke and it was infuriating. Sure she often spoke out against this, but it was to no avail, they would simply switch the subject then helplessly fall back into some Sasuke-related topic. And the cycle continued.
She snickered at the thought that today he'll have to sit through one of her lunch session and listen to how great he was. She supposed that he'd like it at first—you know, with him being such a cocky brat. But then it'll get annoying and maybe, just maybe he'll think twice about being as awesome as everyone makes him out to be.
He was good looking, that much was true, but besides that, she REALLY didn't get what all the fuss was about. He was an asshole by nature, uptight, overbearing and frankly speaking a complete turn off. He had no respect, no integrity and no ughhh—
Tenten was stopped in mid-thought. Someone had thrown their arm around her shoulders.
"Sasuke-teme!"
"Quit it dork!" she did her best Sasuke impersonation. Naruto didn't look convinced, but then again she wasn't even convinced herself. Gently easing his arm from around her shoulders, she tried to disregard his presence as Sasuke so often does.
"So..." Naruto nudged her shoulders. "How did it go last night?"
She had always admired Naruto for his free-spirit, his optimism, his confidence and the fact that he was hyperactive. And of course there was always his infamous fetish for mischief. He and Kiba had served so many detentions she didn't think anyone would be able to surpass them or even continue their legacy.
"How did what go?" she growled.
Naruto winked knowingly, "You know..."
She flushed, that thing...must have been what had left a trail of hickey on his neck. Silently, Tenten wondered who the lucky girl had been. What the fuck? Lucky? She felt the sick urge to spill the contents of her stomach. "It—ugh—it went well," I suppose, she thought with a grimace and rubbed the back of her neck.
"You're the man!" Naruto patted her roughly on the back, knocking the wind from her lungs. "I'll catch you later!" he waved then ran off into the direction of Hinata Hyuuga. "Hinata-chan!"
She shook her head as a startled Hinata went a million shades of red upon Naruto's approach. Her heart did a back flip, if Hinata had arrived, that meant Neji had as well. Now it was her turn to blush.
Sadly he was nowhere in sight.
She sighed and quickly made her through the hall way, with grave difficulty. She probably forgot to mention that Sasuke went nowhere without a trail of fans girls staring with googly eyes behind.
The bell chimed, first period started in five minutes and she couldn't spot herself anywhere. Deciding against of standing around looking like a helpless puppy, she went to her locker to fetch a few text books.
Just as she slammed the iron locker shut she heard someone say her name. She gasped at her former self who now wore a dark scowl on her face.
"Are you stupid?" Sasuke yanked the textbooks from her hands looking grudgingly at the pink zebra printed wrapping paper. "I can't be seen fetching books from your locker."
Her anger surprised her, "I didn't know your combination, what the hell was I suppose to do? Stand around waiting for you? That alone would get people talking!"
"I haven't got time for child's play, take my schedule. Don't be late for any of my classes," he warned before attempting to stalk off. "What?" he growled when Tenten grasp his wrist with her iron fist.
She looked at the paper he had handed her, "Gym class is first?"
He looked at her as though she was stupid. She had to admit, she had a quite compelling glare. "I know you're many things, and oddly enough dyslexic is not one of them," he rolled his brown eyes. "Gym class is first. That's what the paper says."
"And where did you get that?" she demanded, finally scorching Sasuke with a curious once-over. He did the same to her. Apparently satisfied that she hadn't worn something as ridiculous as a chicken suit to school he returned his attention to the face that he had once called his own.
"Your sister," he said flatly.
Tenten's brows furrowed as she scrutinized her former self. She did not wear high waist shorts, and squirmed just thinking the number of guys who must had stolen peeks at her long bronze legs already.
Nor did she wear tops that revealed too much cleavage. Heck she didn't wear makeup! And why wasn't her hair caught in her signature twin buns?
"Leave it up to Yumi to ruin a person's sense of style..." she muttered.
Yumi, so that was her name.
"And your style was what exactly?" he asked peevishly.
"I can see the curve of my breasts through the neck cut of that damn blouse," she shrieked, putting her hands on her hips.
"You can?" Sasuke looked down at himself spitefully.
Tenten looked as though she would have a fit. "Hey! Take your eyes off those!"
Sasuke smirked, "It's not like I haven't seen them already. Get your hands off my hips!"
The veins at her temples pulsed rapidly. She felt the rash inclination to slap him but thought better than to hit a girl in public. Not to mention, that girl was herself. "I'll put my hands wherever I want to!"
"You are so immature," he scoff. "I'm going to class."
She stopped him again. This time he looked as ready to behead her. After a few seconds of tugging he gave in with a sigh grumbling that she'd be the one with a late record on her report card. Not him.
"Put a jacket on or something—" she suggested.
"Hn," there he goes again with that nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.
"—unless you don't mind having guys constantly checking you out," she added with a satisfactory grin after seeing his reaction.
Quickly composing himself as always, he told her drily, "I highly doubt they'll be staring."
She clenched her fist and gritted her teeth, "What are you implying asshole, that'd I haven't got anything to stare at?" she crept dangerously closer to him, a vendetta in mind.
"Careful Sasuke," he jeered. "You wouldn't want to hit a girl."
"Believe me I would, " she glowered.
"Then go ahead," he straightened himself, "Take your best shot, but don't go crying when you're sporting a black eye."
Her dark eyes flared with anger. "I can't stand you!"
Sasuke giggled and she marvelled at how bubbly and vibrant her laughter was. She had never noticed how her eyes sparkled when she smiled. Not that the smug curve of her mouth was much of a smile. But had she never acknowledged how tanned and smooth her skin was? Or how silky her auburn tresses were? Or how rosy and full her lips were? And oh dear, was this Sasuke's body speaking? She sure as hell wouldn't have gotten this strange feeling if she were looking in a mirror.
"Right back at you," he fixed her a look.
It was hard to take him seriously when she was practically looking at her reflection. Not to mention Sasuke's height added to her feel of superiority. Her petite frame was nowhere near as lean and muscular as his was. Tenten felt her heart falter at the memory of her encounter with his body in the shower this morning—when she had discovered just how lean and muscular he was.
Her mouth went dry.
Sasuke elevated a brow, but thinking better than to enquire what was going through her mind he snatched the opportunity to make a quick escape to class.
Slightly embarrassed, Tenten hurried to the locker room thinking that her day couldn't get any weirder than finding herself daydreaming about Sasuke's body. But believe it or not—it got a whole lot weirder than that.
Gym class had never been her favourite class, in fact she hated it. But today, oddly enough Tenten was rather relishing the idea of having gym class. Toned muscles, chest hair and clean skin defined inside the men's locker room. And it was something she preferred to that of the girls showing off their latest love bites, tattoos, new piercings and sports bras.
She was too busy trying to hide the blush that crept up on her face to enjoy the view or even notice that Hyuuga Neji had come in. It was not until he addressed her—startling her in the process— that she realized.
"I caught Tenten going into the men's restroom not too long ago," he chuckled, removing his shirt and taking his gym wears from his locker.
Tenten watched him wordlessly, not really hearing what he was saying but totally captivated by his action.
"That girl is trouble," she managed to say, she was sure that was the kind of remark Sasuke would have made about her.
"She stuttered so much I felt like I was scolding Hinata," he chuckled again. That deep, rich masculine laugh. She the force of it vibrating along her skin. Her knees buckled slightly, "She had the nerve to tell me I was in the wrong restroom. Would you believe it?"
What she believed was that she was harbouring some very un-Tenten-like thoughts in her head.
"Uchiha?" Neji stared at her strangely but continued to rant about her eerie actions.
She hadn't even considered acknowledging the very pleasing fact that Neji was rambling about her. It was pathetic but whenever she was in the presence of such beauty she thought it rude not to acknowledge it.
"Something's up with her today though, have you seen what she's wearing? That's definitely not her style..."
Neji's voice drowned in her thoughts.
He had some of the most gorgeous pair of eyes known to man. It was a unique shade of lavender, almost close to white. And he held the most alluring gaze she has ever come across. It swept over her face even as he spoke.
"It's the first that I've ever seen her without her hair in buns."
On the subject of hair her gaze travelled along the length of the silky chestnut tresses that cascaded down his back. From where she stood she could smell the fresh scent of his hair as he ran his hand through it.
He painted the picturesque of a sensual god. Every inch of him reeked of perfection—perfection that surpassed Sasuke's—perfection that had her insides turning over just to be standing so close to him. Perfectly chiselled features, perfectly taut and tones muscles, he was fucking perfect. Even whilst she associated him with the word perfection, it was but a gross understatement.
His lips curled up in a smirk, "Naruto's convinced something big happened last night," he changed the subject, seeing Sasuke's lack of enthusiasm about Tenten's antics. "Would you mind cuing me in on what has got him saying things like, you're the man?"
Her lips parted as if to say something, but speech could not find her.
His beautiful chest rose and fell as he chuckled at a funny thought. She caught her breath, allowing her eyes to wonder across to his broad shoulders, evident because he was a member of the swim team. She tried to focus her attention on something safe but nothing on him seemed safe.
"Uchiha?" Neji waved his hand before her.
She flushed.
He must have noticed that she was staring. She swallowed, deciding to stare at his shoes.
Geez! Did all the boys have the privilege of basking in Neji's heavenly beauty during gym sessions?
"He's telling all the other guys you hooked up with an older woman—"
Narrow hips, she noted as her eyes ventured lower. And as she did, her jeans began to fit more closely. This, she hadn't given much thought until it became uncomfortable.
"—I don't speculate, I'd like to hear from the source," he nudged her shoulders playfully.
His skin against hers—she was at melting point.
Sasuke groaned and Neji looked at him questioningly. "Uchiha?" he asked, studying the pained expression on Sasuke's face. "Is something wrong?"
This was not good, she turned away quickly. Her blood was already rushing downwards—as if gravity had finally caught up with it. She felt her breath quickened. Already her body was hardening, in tune with every breath she took, aware of every move Neji made.
"I'm fine," her—Sasuke's voice sounded husky and unfamiliar.
Risking a glance down to where her jeans fitted too closely, she saw what was causing the discomfort. The thing beneath the fly of her jeans was fixed at an awkward angle—perfectly perpendicular to the rest of her body. Tenten had to throw her hands against her mouth from stopping the shriek that threatened to escape her lips. She sweat-dropped, feeling herself go pale and red at the same time.
In that moment she would have given anything for someone to tell her how to make it go back down!
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"Go in there and do what you do best!" Naruto struck his good guy pose and flashed a toothy grin.
"Which is?" the one-time brunette struggled against the weight of a blonde girl who had thrown herself down on her lap. Tenten flushed as an arm snaked around her neck, and then the other curious hand crept slowly up along the length of her thigh to grasp the weight positioned between them. At this she cringed in disgust.
"Getting laid," he answered with a wink.
Tenten gasped as she was roughly pulled from the chair and dragged off by three giggling girls. She faintly heard Naruto bragging about Sasuke prowess with women before the door slammed shut behind her.
Oh fuck.
A/N: My idea of humor is severely fucked. I wouldn't be surprised if no one found it funny. Still, reviews are very much appreciated for a confidence boost. Its a quality I possess in meagre quantity.