Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ All Good Things ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Goldberry 
All good things are worth waiting for. [NejiTen]
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.23.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 6.8K | Status: Completed
All good things are worth waiting for. [NejiTen]
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.23.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 6.8K | Status: Completed
Author's Notes: Written so very long ago and, I think, probably my very first lemon. Take with a grain of salt as always.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nadda, zip.
All Good Things
The night he first made love to her, the sky was overcast, cloudy like the amber irises that looked into his own, smoky with repressed desire and emotion. It had taken his breath away, that look, and he had been amazed at the things he could read in her eyes, wondering what she ever saw in his own. The lights in his room were dim, the air filled with the waxy smell of candles and the almost heavy propriety that pervaded all of the Hyuuga compound. He had disregarded everything to bring her there and as he unhooked the buttons of her shirt, he felt a fierce sort of pride that they were standing there, together. It had been a long road but there they were, breathing the same breath, the fresh smell of her shampoo in his nose.
He tilted his head and leaned down to kiss her gently, teasing her lips and sweeping inside her mouth lightly, without hurry. He wanted this moment to last. He wanted to show her that this was more than just one night. This was forever, because a Hyuuga never did anything halfway.
She smiled softly into his kiss as her fingers fumbled with his own buttons, finally pushing his shirt down his arms, the garment falling to the floor with a whisper. She barely noticed when her own shirt fell away, her eyes full of only him, her hands on his shoulders as she pressed against him, already reaching down to divest him of his pants as he undid her bra.
He kissed her neck, strangely pleased as she leaned her head away to allow him better access, his tongue drawing a burning line down her smooth skin, drawing a whispy gasp from her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her into him, moaning quietly as he felt the soft flesh of her breasts press against his chest, a shudder running through his body at the touch of her. He had never understood how a woman who dealt with steel all day could feel like satin at night.
Her breathing had quickened by the time he got them to the bed, Tenten slipping out out of her jeans and panties only to lay herself down on his bed, uncurling herself like some rare silk, her body illuminated in his eyes by moonlight. They did not speak as he came to her, pressing a knee between her thighs as he leaned over to capture her mouth again, this kiss more passionate and pressing than the last. She made a sound in her throat, a mewling cry for more, and a banked fire flared to life in his stomach. He hadn’t known she could make such a sound.
Supporting his weight over her with one arm, he trailed his free hand down the curve of her body, watching as she shivered, her fingers tightening in his long hair. He realized suddenly that he was still learning her, still learning the taste of her skin as his mouth closed over one nipple, still learning the fast beat of her heart in the delicate hollow of her throat.
She seemed to be memorizing him too, her hands exploring the planes of his chest, her lips kissing any part of him she could reach. They had thought they knew everything about each other, and yet, there was so much more worth knowing. She could never have guessed that the scar on his shoulder, a lasting remnant of Kidomaru, was pale and oddly shaped and that he stopped breathing when she kissed it.
“You’re beautiful,” she said, smiling when he raised an eyebrow.
“You stole my line,” he murmured against her neck, intoxicated by the smell of her, a cross between violets and warm sunshine. She laughed low in her throat and he finally pulled away enough to look her in the eye, one hand against her cheek.
“I’ve never seen anything like you, and I never will.” His voice was husky as he pressed his forehead against hers. “You blind me.”
She exhaled shakily and an arm curled around his neck. “You sure know how to sweet talk a girl, Hyuuga Neji.” The kiss she gave him made his toes curl.
Before they knew it, he had kicked off his pants and she had rolled them over, straddling his hips, her face flushed and swollen lips parted as she breathed. She looked glorious there, above him, and he reached up to break the ribbons in her hair, smiling slightly as the dark cascade dripped down her back.
I’m the only one who will ever see her like this.
She could feel him pressing against her, needing her, and she leaned down, giving him a spectacular view before she kissed him hungrily, suddenly feeling impatient as she tugged his boxers down and he kicked them off, careless of where they fell. His hands kneaded her breasts, making her arc into his touch, struggling to control the sounds he was pulling out of her.
A need for dominance made him roll them over again, his eyes tracing her, swallowing her. He needed her, wanted her, and she gave him permission with a low whisper.
“I’m yours.”
The air in her lungs hitched as her thighs parted, pulling him closer by hooking a leg over his back. He fell against her, breathing hotly against her breasts, silver eyes flashing briefly as he met her look. Without any warning he pushed into her as far as he could go, groaning as she muffled a squeal with her hands, his mind spinning with the sensation of being so deep within her he could no longer distinguish Neji from Tenten.
She panted as he began to move, giving him short, open-mouthed kisses as he started a rhythm, her body slowly rising to meet his, soft sounds leaving her lips every time he delved into her. It spurred him on, driving him mad with heat and the sound of their lovemaking. Tenten began to twist against the sheets, her head thrashing from side to side as her fingers gripped the pillowcases. His hands ran down her sweat-slick body as their tempo increased, Tenten no longer making any effort to stifle her soft cries.
Neji’s mind was too filled with her to think about anything else. They were both rising quickly, racing towards something until he was thrusting into her with abandon, her nails making dark crescents into his back as he felt her suddenly clamp down on him, a hoarse scream resembling his name leaving her as her body arched off the bed, melding into him.
One more thrust and his world exploded into a kaleidoscope of color as he followed her, emptying himself into her as she came back down; dark, wild eyes finding his in the darkness. The strength went out of his arms and he collapsed against her, his head on her shoulder as he felt her arms come up to hold him, their breathing loud and labored in the silence of his room.
When he could think with any sort of clarity, he reached up to smooth the hair away from her face and felt tears against his fingertips. Abruptly frightened (a feeling he would become more and more familiar with throughout their years together) he lifted his head quickly and shifted as if to pull out of her.
“Are you alright?”
She grasped him tightly and gave him a tremulous smile. “Please, just a little longer.”
He said nothing, instead turning onto his side and pulling her with him until she lay against his chest, her long chestnut hair curling around his arms. His hand rubbed her back absently, his eyes drifting closed as his body sang in satisfaction.
For the first time in his life, Hyuuga Neji was content.
He was almost asleep when Tenten’s soft voice brought him back. “Thank you.”
He opened his eyes, staring at the far side of his wall as his arm found the curve of her waist. “For what?”
“For choosing me.” She hummed a laugh. “You made me wait long enough.”
His fingers found her chin, titling her head back so he could kiss her deeply. When they finally parted, he looked at her through lowered eyelids, a possessive note in the dark, hollow baritone of his voice. “All good things are worth waiting for.”
The End.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nadda, zip.
All Good Things
The night he first made love to her, the sky was overcast, cloudy like the amber irises that looked into his own, smoky with repressed desire and emotion. It had taken his breath away, that look, and he had been amazed at the things he could read in her eyes, wondering what she ever saw in his own. The lights in his room were dim, the air filled with the waxy smell of candles and the almost heavy propriety that pervaded all of the Hyuuga compound. He had disregarded everything to bring her there and as he unhooked the buttons of her shirt, he felt a fierce sort of pride that they were standing there, together. It had been a long road but there they were, breathing the same breath, the fresh smell of her shampoo in his nose.
He tilted his head and leaned down to kiss her gently, teasing her lips and sweeping inside her mouth lightly, without hurry. He wanted this moment to last. He wanted to show her that this was more than just one night. This was forever, because a Hyuuga never did anything halfway.
She smiled softly into his kiss as her fingers fumbled with his own buttons, finally pushing his shirt down his arms, the garment falling to the floor with a whisper. She barely noticed when her own shirt fell away, her eyes full of only him, her hands on his shoulders as she pressed against him, already reaching down to divest him of his pants as he undid her bra.
He kissed her neck, strangely pleased as she leaned her head away to allow him better access, his tongue drawing a burning line down her smooth skin, drawing a whispy gasp from her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her into him, moaning quietly as he felt the soft flesh of her breasts press against his chest, a shudder running through his body at the touch of her. He had never understood how a woman who dealt with steel all day could feel like satin at night.
Her breathing had quickened by the time he got them to the bed, Tenten slipping out out of her jeans and panties only to lay herself down on his bed, uncurling herself like some rare silk, her body illuminated in his eyes by moonlight. They did not speak as he came to her, pressing a knee between her thighs as he leaned over to capture her mouth again, this kiss more passionate and pressing than the last. She made a sound in her throat, a mewling cry for more, and a banked fire flared to life in his stomach. He hadn’t known she could make such a sound.
Supporting his weight over her with one arm, he trailed his free hand down the curve of her body, watching as she shivered, her fingers tightening in his long hair. He realized suddenly that he was still learning her, still learning the taste of her skin as his mouth closed over one nipple, still learning the fast beat of her heart in the delicate hollow of her throat.
She seemed to be memorizing him too, her hands exploring the planes of his chest, her lips kissing any part of him she could reach. They had thought they knew everything about each other, and yet, there was so much more worth knowing. She could never have guessed that the scar on his shoulder, a lasting remnant of Kidomaru, was pale and oddly shaped and that he stopped breathing when she kissed it.
“You’re beautiful,” she said, smiling when he raised an eyebrow.
“You stole my line,” he murmured against her neck, intoxicated by the smell of her, a cross between violets and warm sunshine. She laughed low in her throat and he finally pulled away enough to look her in the eye, one hand against her cheek.
“I’ve never seen anything like you, and I never will.” His voice was husky as he pressed his forehead against hers. “You blind me.”
She exhaled shakily and an arm curled around his neck. “You sure know how to sweet talk a girl, Hyuuga Neji.” The kiss she gave him made his toes curl.
Before they knew it, he had kicked off his pants and she had rolled them over, straddling his hips, her face flushed and swollen lips parted as she breathed. She looked glorious there, above him, and he reached up to break the ribbons in her hair, smiling slightly as the dark cascade dripped down her back.
I’m the only one who will ever see her like this.
She could feel him pressing against her, needing her, and she leaned down, giving him a spectacular view before she kissed him hungrily, suddenly feeling impatient as she tugged his boxers down and he kicked them off, careless of where they fell. His hands kneaded her breasts, making her arc into his touch, struggling to control the sounds he was pulling out of her.
A need for dominance made him roll them over again, his eyes tracing her, swallowing her. He needed her, wanted her, and she gave him permission with a low whisper.
“I’m yours.”
The air in her lungs hitched as her thighs parted, pulling him closer by hooking a leg over his back. He fell against her, breathing hotly against her breasts, silver eyes flashing briefly as he met her look. Without any warning he pushed into her as far as he could go, groaning as she muffled a squeal with her hands, his mind spinning with the sensation of being so deep within her he could no longer distinguish Neji from Tenten.
She panted as he began to move, giving him short, open-mouthed kisses as he started a rhythm, her body slowly rising to meet his, soft sounds leaving her lips every time he delved into her. It spurred him on, driving him mad with heat and the sound of their lovemaking. Tenten began to twist against the sheets, her head thrashing from side to side as her fingers gripped the pillowcases. His hands ran down her sweat-slick body as their tempo increased, Tenten no longer making any effort to stifle her soft cries.
Neji’s mind was too filled with her to think about anything else. They were both rising quickly, racing towards something until he was thrusting into her with abandon, her nails making dark crescents into his back as he felt her suddenly clamp down on him, a hoarse scream resembling his name leaving her as her body arched off the bed, melding into him.
One more thrust and his world exploded into a kaleidoscope of color as he followed her, emptying himself into her as she came back down; dark, wild eyes finding his in the darkness. The strength went out of his arms and he collapsed against her, his head on her shoulder as he felt her arms come up to hold him, their breathing loud and labored in the silence of his room.
When he could think with any sort of clarity, he reached up to smooth the hair away from her face and felt tears against his fingertips. Abruptly frightened (a feeling he would become more and more familiar with throughout their years together) he lifted his head quickly and shifted as if to pull out of her.
“Are you alright?”
She grasped him tightly and gave him a tremulous smile. “Please, just a little longer.”
He said nothing, instead turning onto his side and pulling her with him until she lay against his chest, her long chestnut hair curling around his arms. His hand rubbed her back absently, his eyes drifting closed as his body sang in satisfaction.
For the first time in his life, Hyuuga Neji was content.
He was almost asleep when Tenten’s soft voice brought him back. “Thank you.”
He opened his eyes, staring at the far side of his wall as his arm found the curve of her waist. “For what?”
“For choosing me.” She hummed a laugh. “You made me wait long enough.”
His fingers found her chin, titling her head back so he could kiss her deeply. When they finally parted, he looked at her through lowered eyelids, a possessive note in the dark, hollow baritone of his voice. “All good things are worth waiting for.”
The End.