A/N: A short drabble featuring Brat Neji!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Neji Hyuga is never one to sleep past sunrise, but after arriving home late after a particularly grueling mission, he finds himself still wrapped in a cocoon of blankets at noon. He blinks groggily, eyes adjusting to the brightness of the sun filtering through the sheer curtains of the bedroom. His limbs are sore and heavy with a pleasant feeling of lethargy, and for a few moments he struggles to find the strength to sit.
He is almost disappointed to find that Tenten has not remained curled up in bed with him, but he understands, as a busy shinobi himself, that she does not have the time to be idle.
And yet she still somehow has the time to fuss over him in other ways. Surveying the room, he notes the floors have been swept clean of any blood and bandages. And deducing from the shadows splaying on the wall across from the window, his uniform has been freshly laundered and hung to dry. His mask, which has also been cleaned, hangs on a hook near the door. On the bedside table, Tenten has arranged a few fresh sprigs of lilac and lavender in a vase he had once used to bring her roses. She has also evidently burned incense to purify their home and is currently cooking what smells like soba noodles in the kitchen.
He moves to sit just as Tenten peeks into the room, a smile blossoming on her lips when she meets his half-lidded gaze. She crosses to the bed in two strides and gently presses him down. "I don't want you to reopen any wounds," she murmurs as she leans to kiss him. Neji's hands come to rest lightly on her waist as she plants kisses on his forehead, cheeks, and nose. His grip tightens as she moves away, his brows furrowing and his mouth twisting in what is probably the closest he will ever come to pouting.
"You missed a spot," he tells her, cupping her chin and pulling her down for a kiss on the lips.
She rolls her eyes at him when they part, and tells him very seriously that he is a brat of a boyfriend. Before he has time to retort, she is already at the door, telling him that lunch will be ready soon.
As he listens to her pad quietly back to the kitchen, the phantom warmth of her lips still pressed against his, he sinks into the covers with smug satisfaction.
A/N: Thank you for reading and please review!
~M.I.