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[OPEN] Riku no Sato? Away we go?

Today felt like a magnificent day.

No, really, when ever had he started thinking like this? He felt so much lighter since that day, even with the knowledge of the future being as ludicrous as it was. He had, after all, another knowledge to counterbalance it.
After breakfast was an affair that was taken care of -oh, and he would need to buy bread once he got back home- he washed the plate and teacup he used and left them to dry before putting on his boots, coat and giving a light snicker as he wound and then tied his scarf, a few memories drifting by him.

And so, he went out of the now-still appartment, taking out the frowning dragon keychain and looking at it fondly for just a half-second before locking the door, pocketing the key and... nearly geting some sort of breacelet dropped on his head.

There was a blink as the trinket was kept from hitting the ground, a practiced hand swiftly picking it up in mid-air as he glanced up... and then his eyes widened in shock. So many birds, so many vivid colors. He couldn't help but stare, briefly mesmerized by the scene.
Then, there was the missive with the bracelet, which he unfloded to read... and the white eyes narrowed.

It was quite enticing, but also.... quite suspicious. The Hokage should already be aware of this, but in case he was not, and because he wished advice on what to do, there was nothing better but to ask him his advice, if he had any orders.
He picked up one more of the similar notes along with a seashell on his way to where Tenten had pointed him to the Hokage's dwelling.

((OOC: yea, anyone can meet him otw there~ flee!!))

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There was brief terror. Had he... really? "Marks?" well, when control was out of the window, this pobably was what happened. "Sorry! I.. wasn't thinking. I just wanted to-- ah... I really wanted you to feel like I did too." and this was the only way he had found.

"I was probably far too harsh there.. sorry." he couldn't exactly do much more than apologize. "As far as what you are potting, well, it... may just be deserved." seeing hos he -did- leave visible marks that could not very much be hidden, it may be only afir. "How about changing your hairstyle? Although people -might- wonder and it could turn even worse.."

"I don't... really mind." She flushed again, giving him another glance and a smile. "we're going somewhere where people aren't going to know what my regular hairstyle is anyway, so..." She ducked her head and went to her rice, starting to munch on it. "I'd... like to see where else on me you can find, Neji..."

A blanket invitation might be too bold, but if he could find a less obvious place...? Totally worth it. "If you wanted to, I mean."

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He had been just about to takea sip of tea, but thought better against it.
...where else on her... he could find...

"I do.... want to try." he felt intense heat, somewhat light-headed, but far, far too focused as a hand went to gently press a fingertip agains her earlobe and slowly slide down under her collar to touch her spine. It felt tonight might just be amazingly appropriate. "I really do want you to feel... everything."

That flush of hers wasn't going away, especially not with the hot shiver that went through her body at his touch. "Well... finish eating first, huh?" she managed, voice breathy under his attention. "Assuming you can find something before I do, you know~" No, that competitive streak wasn't going away any time soon, even as she sucked lightly on her chopsticks, a smirk to try to hide the flash of nervousness. What if she did something wrong, or something he didn't like...?

No, that was stupid to think about. Finishing off her rice, her smirk turned a little more confident. "If you think you can handle it~"

"Yes.. eating first" he definitely felt goosebumps, even though he was too warm under that coat. "As far as assumptions, couting chickens before they hatch is..most unwise..." his tone suggested he may forego eating, but he knew just how silly -that- would be.

And so he pulled away with quite much reluctance and started eating.
"...ugh.. this -is- overcooked." he grimaced slightly, although he still ate the thing. "Next time, perhaps we should wait -after- eating to .. ah... how should i call what even happened?" he coughed lightly. "It was certainly a greatly interesting distraction"

And really, she was asking if he could handle it? "Normally I would say I doubtlessly can, but... aha~ we shall see, hmm?"

She hummed in response, shrugging. It wasn't too badly overcooked to her taste, though to Neji's taste, maybe it was like eating uncooked grains. Ah well~

"I think that's called making out, Neji," she informed him, lips curving into another smirk, even as that familiar heat suffused her cheeks. "It's something couples do every now and then~" Couple, now there was a word she hadn't thought would ever describe her and Neji... a stupidly domestic word, really. Going back to her rice, she finished it and twirled the chopsticks between her fingers, waiting almost impatiently for him to finish.

"...truly?" this lineface disgusted doubt? Yes, he was not agreeing with the name. "Hmph. It sounds like something so unsophisticated when called as it is supposed to be." he shook his head. "We should devise a far less mundane way to refer to it." he frowned in thought, munching far too lenghtily on the rice.

"Then again, whatever it is called hardly matters. What matters more is the quite unforgettable feeling that ends up stuck within and just making one want more." He gave up on hiding the obvious for both their sake.
Once he finally finished the rice, he drained what was left of his tea and rinsed everything he'd used before leaving it out in the cave to dry.

He took a deep breath, knowing that they probably were vastly looking forward to this moment... and claimed her hand laying a kiss atop her knuckles, white eyes locked onto hers.

She laughed when he deemed it unsophisticated... such a Neji thing to say. It wasn't like what they were doing was all that sophisticated to begin with. The further description only left her flushing again, tilting her head with a smile and an embarrassed nod, unable to deny that.

"I think a lot of that feeling is because it's you, though," she pointed out, a little quietly as she moved to take care of cleaning her own things, making sure everything was out of the way. Almost antsy with anticipation, she started when he took her hand, but relaxed almost immediately at his touch, cheeks flushing deeper at what was a... stupidly romantic gesture.

"Neji," she murmured, her own eyes almost captivated by his as the gesture sparked that familiar rising heat with her own body, as if she might melt.

Indeed, because it -was- Hyuuga Neji, he could claim something was unsophisticated, and it would very much appear to be.

She claimed that this feeling was because it was -him- and it was just as he could claim. This feeling... was because it was her. "I cannot think of anyone else with whom I would do any of those things I have done with you." he claimed, the fingers of a free hand brushing where he had bitten on the side of her ear, before sliding down to lightly loosen her scarf, at least enough so he could slip that coat off her shoulders, gently.

They would need to at least shed those if they wanted a somewhat more accute feeling from a touch, after all... "If you disagree with... anything I do, make it known." he murmured. "...at any point. Any at all."

If anything, her flush only darkened at his admission as she shrugged her shoulders, letting the coat fall neglected to the ground behind her. Her free hand she brought up, just brushing her fingers over his hand before loosening the scarf completely and letting it fall atop the coat, shivering at the cooler air contrasting with the warmth of his skin.

"I could say the same thing to you, you know," she added by way of answer, her fingers brushing a bit of hair away from his cheek before trailing down his neck to the center of his chest. "We're in this together, don't forget, so if I do something you don't like or you're not comfortable with..."

He halted her words with a light kiss, just a touch of lips as delicate and beautiful as a spiderwb soaked with water droplets in the sunlight. "Yes." he whispered against her skin, one hand trailing up an arm, feeling her shirt's fabric and guessing skin underneath. "I am accutely aware this matter concerns both of us equally, I assure you." he always used too many words to say one simple thing.

From arm to shoulder, he then reached around to rub her back and see if any areas may be more sensitive than others. He would press his nails in now and then to test a reaction, going at it in a very methodical manner.

For some reason, that little kiss made her feel almost as warm as those impassioned ones from earlier, her eyes falling closed as his hand started to roam across her back. Muscles tight from weapons training greeted his fingertips, her body shivering from the slowness and warmth of his touch.

Nothing more sensitive than anywhere else revealed itself, though her breath caught at each press of nails, and she almost squirmed with impatience. "Neji..." she almost whined, eyes fluttering open again before leaning in to seize his lips with a hard, determined kiss, her fingers wrapping into his shirt to hold him in close.

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...

The slowness was maddening... it was alright when she was the one doing the teasing, but having it returned was just going to drive her insane. Another hitch of breath at the touch of his nails, and she deepened the kiss in an attempt to muffle the moan that threatened to fall from her lips. A little higher, and he'd be hitting ticklish spots, making her squirm with anticipation.

To her, the solution was obvious about where he could try, but she wasn't about to suggest it. Letting him explore could be just as fun as the sensitivity itself, if he'd only... go... faster! Breaking the kiss, she latched onto his neck again for added incentive, nipping hard, just below where normally his scarf would hide it. "Neji," she all but growled as if in warning.

Oh, he knew he had not tried -everywhere- yet, but he would go by order of reasonable spots and go towards... more risky ones as time would press on. He found out he very much enjoyed hearing her say his name like that. Thing is, it also held some disadvantages, such as her hitting -his- weak spot. He'd held onto hers as he felt her teeth sink into what was a borderline bite of a nip.

The moan wasn't muffled at all and came out crisp and clear within the cave. Nails sunk in as an instictive reaction, but soon enough travelled back up and to the front. After all, this just might be an obvious place, but if she wasn't any ready, he wouldn't intude in there just yet. This did , however, fit within those places no one would see with marks...

That moan, that sound right there? Perfect. She smirked against his skin and let her tongue flick out to just graze over the spot she'd just bitten and trailed up, soft, open-mouthed kisses following the path of his pulse until she hit his earlobe, teeth sinking just gently into that. Both hands came back into his hair to make sure it stayed out of the way, even as her breath hitched, whole body shaking at the increase in pressure from his nails before relaxing again.

The further up his hands traveled, the quicker each inhale became against his ear, inspiring her to lick the shell of his ear with another whine of, "Neji, come on..."

There were increasingly deep, short moans at her ministrations, and the begging just opened another new unexplored dimension. Control was something he was rather fond of. Here, however, it did not exactly apply so much. he knew very well that if -she- wanted, she could reverse the roles in an instant and make -him- a begging mess.

And so, he gave in. There were no gains in making things drag on after all. Fingers sank onto cloth and felt at the mound of supple flesh under his palm. If what she wanted was to be touched there, if it brought her feelings that rivaled his, who was he to deny her it? After testing the waters, he claimed a deep, shaky breath and moved his other hand to her chest.

"Aahn!" She'd know it would feel good, but not quite this good! Like the pressure to her ears but more concentrated and intense, her head fell back, chest heaving beneath his fingers as she gasped for breath. "Y-yes, that--!"

Her breasts weren't anything that could be considered large -- with how Konoha's women tended to be proportioned, average might have seemed a little generous -- but it felt amazing. Her fingers kneaded against his neck to add another, wordless, encouragement.

This was possibly the most intense reaction he had gotten from her so far. The way she moved and vocalized the pleasure? This had to be it. Why, he wondered, did he look for other, subtler ways when this was so clear?

Fingers dug slightly, applying pressure, massaging under the clothes she wore.
Size, perhaps strangely, had not ever entered his mind. It was nothing he mided, big or small. It was just how she was... and he had fallen for everything over time, but more recently over what he had discovered she felt for him.

...just how important he was to her, most likely first as teammate, but then as much more.

He was discovering that new feeling, her still-covered breasts firm but still yielding under his touch. He dove down then even as his hands continued mapping out the two mounds, and glaimed her lips in a slow kiss, wanting to drink up all her feelings, taste how different her own pleasure was from his, or just how similar.

The wraps she wore beneath her shirt were starting to come undone under his fingers, the bandages falling down her back and stomach, leaving her twitching and moaning further, almost writhing against him in an effort to get closer, more pressure, nipples hardening beneath the cloth as she whined into the kiss. So good, too good, she was slowly losing her mind to the touch and sensation.

The kiss only added to it. Anyone but Neji, and she'd never allow them so close. It was vulnerable, especially for someone used to ranged combat. Her fingers curled into his hair as she returned the kiss, little mewls escaping into it as she arched against his hands. Pulling back to claim a quick breath, she almost immediately pressed right back in to resume the kiss, needing to feel him, almost as a reassurance that it was Neji.

Teammate, best friend, and now... was it too soon to call him her lover? Boyfriend seemed too casual a word for this feeling they shared right now...

He wanted more of this. More of her voice in his ears, more of those sounds she made in response to his touch. She definitely -was- yielding to him right now, and he could say that as much as he liked it, he knew she could do the very same to him. Just as she had found his weak point, so had he ehrs now.

He claimed a breath as she did, panting before everything started again. Kissing, touching, feeling her.... there was truly nothing like it. Their locked lips, her fingers in his hair, his hands driving her halfway to maddened pleasure...

She hadn't thought she'd like being the yielding one, but as long as he kept touching her like this, she'd let him do whatever he wanted. Almost dizzy with the rising heat, she moaned again, louder into the kiss, her fingers trailing down his neck to graze nails against his weak spot and below, dipping beneath his collar again.

Breaking the kiss again to gasp breath, she took his wrists, tugging his hands away from his chest as she gazed up at him, meeting those white eyes of his. "Neji... more, please..." Screw letting him explore, screw her embarrassment, she wanted more of his touch now. She guided his hands lower, beneath the hem of her shirt to where he could feel the edges of her half-undone wrap, and then up, inviting him to touch skin itself.

There was a light pause and a tremor as she scratched at his neck, then a pant for breath that was stolen just as fast. His head was spinning slightly. This was so much, and so new...

Once the kiss broke again, he stopped as his wrists were grabbed.
The words that came were not those he expected to go along with the gesture, although she took care of that soon enough. "Tenten...." he let out a shaky breath. For a few seconds, he was still... and then started rolling her shirt up. If he was to do something, he would do it right. If he were to explore, to discover her skin, he was not going to have his hands struggling for room into a shirt too.

Thing is, there -was- the current weather to consider, so there -would- be something left for... better locations.

Fingertips trailed over bandages, feeling the material before it gae way to soft skin. He repeated her name claiming her lips once again, short of breath as he worked the bandages loose and finally stroked her. Fingertips easily found the hard nubs, thumb pushing slightly down to tentatively massage the area.

A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face at his hesitation... was this too much, too fast? Was he going to start thinking poorly of her because of it? Then she felt the scrape of cloth as he started to push her shirt up, revealing the skin and barely-there wrap beneath. A breath of hesitation before she grabbed it and tugged it over her head completely, leaving it to fall near her coat somewhere behind her.

She shivered, the air cold against her skin... and only prompting her to shift in closer to Neji in search of his warmth, breath panting through her lips before he kissed her again. A somewhat sharper moan when he pushed in, almost painful against sensitive skin only heightening the awareness as her fingers trailed into his hair, then back to his neck, down his chest to his hips and just barely beneath the hem of his shirt to graze at his skin, seeking more of that warmth and contact.

He thought it unwise to shed clothing, but since she had done it, he may as well. It was feeling too warm, and he knew that no matter what he tried to make himself believe, with her against him. He raved much, so much of her touch. He briefly paused the kissing and touching to take off his own shirt, letting it fall wherever it would before hugging her against him, kiss starting over only with even more heated passion.

There was his own moan echoing hers, able to so accuately feel her skin against his own as he seemed to try and just get into her. He had not realized when he had been sucked into her pace. He may never.

It may be cold outside still, but somehow, he found himself not minding the consequences of their actions right now. What he was getting out of her, moans and pleas and these insistant touches? It was worth just about anything.

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c.c; oh gods a phone? you are hardcore!

My ex and I are playing clash of ninja 3 and I'm using his phone orz

ahah~ I am unpacking my awesome cards, omfg Itachi Omega Rare ftw

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