Tenten. Neji. Roses and sex. Weird and abstract.
Tenten speaks, but Neji doesn't understand. He stares at her, pearly eyes looking slightly past her, but not far enough. She knows something is wrong.
He kisses her, she can feel the lust, throbbing on her lips, making her face burn and breasts tingle. She wants him, she knows it.
So he takes her, holding her in his hands, breaking her over and over again, smashing her into delicate fragments and then lovingly putting each piece back together. He loves her, he said so. He promised.
She lets him break her, she wants him to. She wants to shudder under him, freeze under his touch, only to burst back into flames. She is a flower, burning in brilliance. A rose, she hopes.
He wants to take her where roses grow. Somewhere where the air is scented, thick and hazy. Far away. Too far away. She wants to go with him, but she still pulls back.
She surfaces, gasping for air. Maybe not yet,
But soon, she thinks, because far away roses might bloom, and she wants to see them.
hawt. I <3 nejiten.
actually it was kind of a weird drabble. I just like wrote it without thinnking...hmm...
anyway, hope you liked..thanks for reading!