Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Challenge [NejiSaku] ❯ The Challenge ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Sakura had dressed and was nearly ready to go. She gathered her long, rose hair and twirled it into a messy bun, fastening it with a pair of ornate chopsticks. Her blue yukata was tied with a pale yellow obi, which accentuated the yellow patterns around the collar and hem. She heard a knock at the door.
 
Naruto called, “Yo, you ready yet?”
 
She called, “Yeah, almost, come on in.”
 
She heard two sets of heavy footsteps and was a little surprised, but brushed it off, assuming that it was Kiba.
 
Then, she jumped a ltitle as she felt strong hands gently grasp her shoulders. Spinning, her jade gaze met silver. “Neji?!” she shouted in his face. He winced.
 
“What are you doing here, Neji? I thought you were in--”
 
“I came back for the summer festival,” he cut her off, adding a smirk.
 
Sakura's cheeks were warm. She had been upset that he'd be gone for it, and he'd keenly detected it—somehow. She smiled softly as she dropped her gaze to his white yukata. He looked angelic.
 
Delicately, he grasped her perfume bottle that sat on her dressing table. He uncapped it, gave an approving sniff, and then covered the top with his finger, tipping it.
 
He brushed his finger behind her ear softly, and then repeated it on the other side. She looked up at his strong face as he replaced the bottle. He regarded her for a moment, and then let out a wide smile.
 
Shocked, Sakura blushed a deep red. She'd never seen him smile like that. A hand had gently gone to her wrist, fingers folded into her palm with a little squeeze. He drew closer, hand drifting up the inside of her arm, making her shiver a little bit. He brushed part of her collar aside, kissing her clavicle with moistened lips, drinking in the fresh scent of her skin.
 
Sakura's eyelids fluttered. “N-Neji…” she tried to speak, but only a whisper escaped. For a long time, it seemed that he'd only given her a cursory glance, while she desired him to her very depths. She decided that it was time to end it—the unbelieveable tension that had rested between them for weeks.
 
Her hand touched his cheek and lifted his face. He slowly rose to meet her gaze again. She was going to say something, but it slipped her mind as she felt an inescapable pull forward. Trembling slightly, she felt a thrill rise in her chest as her lips met his. It was as though he'd been waiting for this specifically; he returned her kiss hungrily. Both his hands drifted around her waist and then pulled her closer to him. If he could possibly get her any closer, he would try it.
 
She felt faint as her hand rested on his neck, feeling his steady pulse growing stronger. “Mm,” she moaned quietly. His hand drifted up to her neck again, fingers tightening slightly as they kissed. The hand slipped inside her collar and drifted downward…
 
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She sat up, searching desperately for her yukata and chopsticks. For Christ's sakes, I hope Naruto didn't listen to all that! She thought. A smooth voice came from behind her, “What's the rush?”
She whipped her head around and said, “We're going to be… late…” and then her eyes took in the cream-coloured skin and long, dark hair. His chest and stomach showed smooth muscles, and his one arm draped lazily behind his head.
 
Sakura blushed, but couldn't rip her eyes away form him. “Nice…view,” she breathed, dropping her newly recovered yukata and crawling back over to his side, making sure some pieces of her hair fell over her face.
 
He smirked. “It's a nice view from here, too.”
 
She climbed on top of him and nibbled his ear slightly, which was enough to make him shudder with delight. “Is that a challenge, Haruno?” he whispered. His hands rose to go to her chest again, but she gripped his wrists—hard- and forced them back down by his side as she traced the tip of her fine tongue from behind his ear down to the hollow in the base of his neck. His eyes shut as she swiveled her hips over him in a figure eight....
 
And then stopped, hopping off of him and onto the floor.
 
His eyes snapped open. “What the--” he retorted, and she tossed a smile over her shoulder. “That's what you get for making me late for the festival, and causing my poor best friend to go all by his lonesome—or worse, WAIT while we fulfill our… desires.”
 
She drew the last word out lengthily and breathily, batting her eyelashes.
 
“Gah!” He burst out, as he was fired-up, ready to go again. “Such a tease…” he growled. He jumped up as she was flipping her yukata back over her shoulders, sticking her tongue out at him. “More later,” she promised. Grumbling, he folded his arms over his chest and pouted like a little boy, which was so unexpected that she cracked up, doubling over.
 
And then wound up on her back, on her bed, a smirking Hyuuga Neji poised over her. “No. Now,” he intoned, rumbling the last word, and tracing a line of kisses over her neck and chest.
 
“N-Neji, we have to go—eeahh…”
 
“You started this, deal with the consequences.”
 
“Neji! Dammit!” she giggled, smacking his chest.
 
He grabbed her wrists, but both in one hand, pressing them firmly into the bed above her head. Leaving one free hand, whose fingers he wiggled devilishly in front of her face.
 
“F-Fine… Ah-…okay…”
 
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