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But the summer night is warm and the scent of honeysuckle and sake strong, and Shikamaru and Temari are at an off point. It doesn't matter so much if she stretches at a hand and touches Tenten's soft skin and hair (and are all Konoha people so soft, living in such a lush place outside the desert sun?), slips her fingers up Tenten's shirt.
When Tenten grins and pulls Temari forward into a lazy kiss, lips and tongue tasting of rice wine and raspberries, Temari smiles back. In this, at least, there are no worries about tomorrow, her return, or even the light of morning. There is only the night and their skin sliding together in the dark.
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Tenten smiled, gentle, bitter, like she'd bitten into a too-ripe peach. "Remember when we were that young?" she asked Neji, looking at the genin at play and leaning into his shoulder in an unusual display of affection. He allowed it, shifted to take her weight.
He thought of Lee's too bright smile and hundreds of challenges issued, the way he never gave up for anything, even inspired Neji to keep training on long past he was exhausted and had so little chakra left he was left swaying on his feet in the end and barely able to walk back to the Hyuuga compound. He remembered how Lee had shone when he'd pulled open the eighth gate, burning bright in that instant like a star gone supernova.
"No," Neji said, words like weights dropping from his mouth as he curled a hand around her shoulder. "I don't."
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