one_long_mission | [OPEN] Riku no Sato? Away we go?

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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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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.

His name fell from her lips in another pant as she watched him shed his shirt, fingers immediately tracing the curve of muscle from his stomach up along his chest and over his shoulders to his back, tugging herself in to press flush against him and groaning from the contact.

Already-swollen lips met his for the kiss, the heat almost overwhelming as she held him tight, the sensitive skin of her breasts pressing against his chest in a firm reminder of the bare warmth that was right there, hers for her to touch however she liked. Fingernails went to his neck then, biting hard into those spots near his neck, scraping at skin to make him moan, bring him that same pleasure he'd shown her, so she could hear him...

He gave a creat shudder at the touch, arms wrapping around her, pressing her close as he cried out at the sensations welling up inside. No, really, what -was- this? Never before had he felt so free... free to do as he liked, even encouranged by her to indulge. He could feel his heart beating so fast, his body growing much too heated, all for her... all because of her...

...all thanks to her.

Even as he held her, his fingers could reach the side of her breasts, which were quite snuggled against his own skin. Her touch, everywhere on him, was driving him close to the edge.
He... found that he may not mind the concept of 'falling' so much... if she was fine with it.

She had to break their kiss again to breathe, nails trailing along his neck before shifting to his back, almost a petting motion as she tried to regain at least some semblence of control. Well, her own control, anyway, as her lips immediately latched onto his ear to nip and suck.

"Neji..." she breathed in his ear again, feeling like she should say something, but not sure what she could or even should say. "Neji... this's okay, right?" Her lips brushed against his jaw as she started to shift, wanting to push him back against the ground.

Her touch was everywhere, and oh so steadily driving him crazier.Long strands of hair framed his face, eyes of white shimmering slightly as pleasure claimed more and more of his body and mind.

She was asking him... if this was okay.
Was it? "Tenten..." he panted loudly, his chest heaving against hers as he claimed large lungfuls of air. "I feel.. better than I ever felt... inmy whole life..." his lip shook. "Tenten, I.. feel so very alive right now. It feels this shouldn't stop!" he was of a different nature, no matter what. "...is this... okay? How can it not be?" indeed, how could it not?

"Are you... thinking we are going too fast?" he asked, fingertips brushing the side of a breast, thumb gently trailing against anipple as the two paused momentarily.

Each breath of his against her sent more of those hot shivers through her body, the touch of his skin against hers almost more than she could bear as she hummed against his ear. She certainly didn't want to, and hearing that Neji was so invested only made it harder to resist.

"You could've... just said yes," she managed through her own panting breaths, brushing her lips over his cheek and seizing his lips for a brief moment before pulling back again. "I don't know, I just... I want you." Fingers trailed over his shoulderblades and collarbone again, nails digging in as she shuddered and whimpered quietly with pleasure at the brush of his thumb over her nipple.

He was about to go into another tangeant as to why he could -not- have just said yes, but her claiming his lips even a second and speaking again voided his reply.

She wants him. She just wants him!

"You have me." he whispered through a light moan. "Tenten... I am yours." How could he say anything else to this? "Whatever you wish for... you will get." his voice and body shook, fingers sinking delicately into a breast pulling her ever closer. "I too, want you. i cannot even say if... this is okay or not by anyone else's standards, but... if you feel this way, and if I feel this way, what wrong is there...?"

No, really. "What wrong is there in... roaming free... for one night..." only if this is what they both wish.
he wanted more, so much more of her touch, and he wanted so much more of hers...

She pulled back to meet his eyes, wanting to be sure, wanting to know that she wasn't going to inadvertently ruin this thing, this precious time with Neji like this...

"It's not proper," she murmured against his lips, her own curving into a smile as she met his eyes, shivering from his touch drawing her even closer. "But I'm always telling you to stop being so proper all the time, aren't I...?"

She hesitated a moment, then reached deliberately behind him, fingers in the back of his hair, to undo the tie for his forehead protector, intentionally wanting to bare that Cursed Mark of his. "You're always free with me," she added softly, her eyes on his as she felt the silky black material start to come loose in her fingers. "Not just for tonight."

She -was- telling him to stop being so proper, yes. Going all the way hardly was proper, and rushing through as they were... may not be. It was not wrong, because they were still both enjoying these new budding, flaring feelings very much, but they both were undoubtedly starting to try and find reasons to slow down.

When he felt her shift and untie his hitai-ate, he briefly froze, but her words brought forth a warmth unlike any other, a relief he had rarely felt about this specific condition.
"...always... free." he repeated, vision blurrying slowly but surely.

Not just for tonight.

Could it be? Could it truly be!?
With her, it could. It would.

It was.

A hand went to swiftly remove the bandages he had so far very much permanently kept to hide the mark and he held out the bunch of them to her.
"Tenten...." as the mark was revealed, a tear rolled off his eye.

"Neji...?" That... those were tears in his eyes, and for a heartbeat's worth of panic, she thought she'd said something wrong as the hitai-ate slips free into her fingers. Then the bandages thrust toward her that she couldn't help but take, fingers curling tight around them as she leaned in impulsively, thumb brushing that tear away so she could kiss the spot instead.

"Always," she repeated softly, letting the hitai-ate and bandages slip to the floor as she wrapped her arms around him, tugging him in close for a hug as she blinked away tears of her own at the display of emotion from him. "No matter what."

"...heaven... is twice in your name for a reason." he murmured. "Having fallen for you, it feels it was only to be taken so high, beyond clouds..." he did feel that she had freed him from this cage.

It was not even remotely close that that future she had told him about. Here, Naruto meant nothing to him still.
The one who meant everything was her. "I want you to feel... the freedom of heavens as well.." he slipped fingers into her hair, resting his forehead against hers.

Her fingers curled into his hair, the unmistakable feel of that seal etched into his forehead pressing against her own... it was a part of him that, indeed, could never be removed, only hidden... but no longer was he bound by it, either. It had never defined him, for her. Now it seemed he was finally starting to realize that the only one who was binding him to that Mark was himself.

"I think I do, when I'm with you," she answered in a soft murmur, fingers stroking through his hair, a gentle touch to the back of his neck. "I... fell for you, too, when I wasn't even meaning to..."

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