Neji could be fast as striking ligtning if he so wished. Perhaps it was the fact that neither of them could take much of anything slow that made these movements something so amazingly enjoyable. Since there was nothing upon arms nor back, his hands travelled to her hips, and as a test he waited until applying pressure with his fingernails. He might just be on to something, with her earlier hastily caught breaths. Of course he -did- notice their timing.

The tone of her voice, almost a plea to go one, to do something -more- perhaps, did not fall on deaf ears. he knew, however, that there was such a thing as timing and place. For now, he should see about another place on her he could see about locking in on...