one_long_mission | It's so pretty...

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It's so pretty...

He was dressed up. Where his mother had managed to locate anything to dress him up with on such short notice with he had no idea, but it meant when he took off roaming he was a streak of dark blue and red amid those at the festival as he went here and there, utterly fascinated by the new sights.

He'd been to festivals in Konoha, yes, but those were different. This was -new-.

It also meant he wasn't exactly being the most attentive person ever, and had escaped the people he'd been with. Unintentionally, of course.

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She nodded once, looking up at the sky as first firework lit it up. "It's beautiful dattebane..." Naruto basically stared at it like in trance, mouth and eyes open wide with large smile.

"Mm." He just nods, keeping his head tilted toward the sky, though his eyes slide toward her again. The way the exploding fireworks reflected off her hair and in those blue eyes was even better than he'd thought it might be, and try as he might, he couldn't return his focus to the bursts above. "It is," he murmurs, fingers stroking gently along the back of her neck again. "I am surprised."

She didn't know why he was surprised but he confirmed that it is beautiful, not noticing that he was watching her... yet.
It was that feeling you get when someone's watching you that makes you look away from what you are doing to catch the gaze of the other. And she looked away from colorful fireworks and had her eyes locked on his.

He hadn't expected her to turn, thinking at she would be too distracted by the fireworks. His fingers still against her neck as his breath catches. Damn, he should have been able to see the shift in her face before she moved, but he'd been too distracted by... well... her.

A pause, then he coughs lightly, shifting his hand from the back of her neck to rub his thumb against her cheek. "You had a smudge," he mutters, his own cheeks flushing dark again.

Her cheeks burned at the touch, but she couldn't turn away. Or break the gaze she had locked with him at the moment. Her mind registered fireworks blowing up in the background, but his hands were too warm, too distracting and then there was the simple truth- she didn't want to look away from him. "Ah..."

He keeps his hand against her cheek for a long moment, fingertips tracing those distinctive lines along her skin. "You're missing the fireworks," he says quietly after a moment, shifting in just a few more centimeters as he pretended to look for more imaginary dirt.

She can see him speak, something obviously related to fireworks. "Right..." but she doesn't moves, because she can see the fireworks. "... I don't think... I am," she murmured silently, eyes falling half-lidded at the gentle tracing of the fingers.

Oh, that look on her face brings another heated flush to his cheeks, but he doesn't let her go or stop watching her, memorizing every detail of her reactions and her body language. "As long as you are pleased by what you see," he answers in a murmur, thumb brushing again over one of the lines on her face.

He was close- she could make out every outline of his face- eyes, high cheekbones... especially lips. And after what he said, there was only one good answer to it (at least in her head)- she leaned up just a little to brush their lips ever so lightly. Very, very lightly. But it was warm, making her cheeks burn and send that tingling feeling to the pit of her stomach.

He could read her intent in the subtle movements of her face and eyes, but it doesn't help him prepare any better. His breath catches in his throat as his fingers curl against her cheek to hold her still, then lean in himself, returning the gentle brush of lips with his own, though he refuses to pull back so quickly. Instead, he tilts his head further, a little self-consciously making sure his nose isn't going to bump hers as he leans in further to apply just the slightest bit more pressure.

He... he kissed her back! She was little daring there, and even if she would never admit, she was a bit scared of his reaction. But now...
She placed her hand on his cheek, keeping her head tilted and pushed back lightly into kiss, eyes sliding shut. She could hear fireworks going off in background, but she couldn't care less.

His own eyes stay open to measure everything, able to see the excited joy and the willingness that meant he wasn't overstepping any bounds... Which was good, because he didn't think he could pull back all that easily right now. It's still such a surprise how soft and yielding her lips are, nothing like how she speaks, and he leans in to seal their lips tightly together, his free hand planting itself on the blanket so he can turn and face her completely.

As the kiss got firmer, she could feel her cheeks go even redder. She was probably red like a tomato right now and she was happy that there was kiss involved because he can't see her face... right?
She shifted only slightly, leaning back on her free hand and returning the kiss eagerly, and maybe... bit clumsily. But it made her thoughts completely blank so she didn't really care.

If there's any clumsiness, he assumes it's on his own part, and he immediately tries to shift his angle to make it better without losing any of that eager intensity. After all, he didn't want her coming away from this with the idea that the genius Hyuuga Neji couldn't kiss, did he?!

As she leans back, he follows, his bangs falling to frame either side of her face as he keeps his gentle grasp on her cheek. The warmth was dizzying, and only belatedly did he realize that he couldn't breath like this, and pulls back to break the kiss, breath coming in small pants through his open mouth. A part of him is hoping that she'll kiss him again, but he wants to ask why...

When they broke apart, she exhaled softly, pressing her lips together for a moment, before looking up at him. She... did it, didn't she? She kissed him... and she liked it. A lot in fact. And she wanted to do it again. She didn't move away from him, she could still feel his breath against her lips.

He should ask, he really should ask...

Instead, his fingers just trail around from her cheek to bury themselves in that bright hair of hers, holding the back of her head as he leans in again for another, harder kiss. Talking could come later.

There was a little cheer in her head as he went for another kiss. So it wasn't bad that she got a bit gutsy after all...

She wrapped her hands around his neck, closing her eyes and immediately returning the feverish kiss with the same, or even bigger, eagerness than before.

He'd never have thought that she'd be interested in kissing him... actually kissing him. After all, she'd already all but said that the cheek kisses were harmless. This... wasn't harmless by any stretch of the imagination, but it was thrilling.

Neji's pretty sure he's getting better at this, more confident as his fingers curl into her hair and he attempts to match her eagerness. It was kind of amazing how he could hold his breath for minutes underwater, but something as simple as this threatened to steal all of his air in seconds.

She had one of her hands gripping on back of Neji's neck while the fingers of the other tangled into the soft, brown hair. She didn't know why but she didn't want to break the kiss. Not now, not ever. Her stomach was doing insane back-flips and now she was positive that both her neck and ears now are red.

It's completely reflexive as his lips part with a small, needy sound when her fingers tangle into his hair. His cheeks flush as dark as hers at that sound and he closes his eyes, not wanting to see if she's going to laugh at him and instead pressing the kiss in deeper, trying to distract her.

She really was distracted by the deeper kiss, but she didn't think that the sound was for laughing. Instead she did it again while she tried to return the hot kiss at the same time. And she had to admit- Neji was leaving her breathless.

Tenten was going to kill him if she saw him like this, stab him for being a hypocrite, but he really couldn't bring himself to care just now. Instead, his fingers continue through her hair, bumping into that stupid mask from before. It's an easy gesture to tug it free and let it drop carelessly to the blanket, pulling back from the kiss for just a quick inhale of breath before his fingers tangle more tightly in her hair as he leans in again. He wants to make the most of this before she decides he's not worth her time, after all.

She didn't even feel when the mask was removed- she was too preoccupied by those lips to care. Her fingers had come to an obstacle in Neji's hair though- the tie. And she had no second guesses when she tugged it out of the way. Can't admire soft, long hair like that. She gasped for breath, a soft mewl escaping her, before locking lips with him again.

He's more aware of the attention to his own hair than she is to hers, feeling the tug that meant she'd pulled his hair free. It's not like Hinata-sama's, able to fall completely still down his back, and instead falls forward with the way his body is leaning forward, stray strands trailing down his arms and around his waist. That mewl leaves his eyes fluttering open again, almost fascinated by the set of her face. His fingertips trace along her cheek and near her eye before stilling just over her ear, bring her in closer with a gentle tug as he parts his lips, just slightly, in invitation.

The small tug forward makes her lean on him- lightly. She could feel very tentative and gentle strokes on her face and the invitation to part her lips, which she did, got her heart racing madly. She was almost sure he can hear it too.

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