Give Up; TenSasuTema
Theme: 003 - Giving Up
Fandom/Pairing: Naruto/TemaTenSasu
Title: Give Up
Author: Ladii-Chocolate
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Written for the thirtyforthree community. Dedicated to all the Tenten fangirls over at the tensasutema community.
“Give up,” Sasuke demands, holding his defeated opponent’s neck in a death grip with his arm. When she utters nothing in response - only splutters and produces gasping noises from within - he releases his grasp, and turns and walks away, leaving her behind to catch her breath.
With Temari, things are a lot more difficult to escape from. “Why don’t you just give up?” she sneers, but she never leaves. Instead, she continues to pound her rival ruthlessly, even after she cries out for mercy. Seeing her opposition writhe around below her feet seems to thrill her in unimaginable ways, and it is only when she grows bored that she ends the torture.
A battered and beaten Tenten mulls over these things daily: how they still manage to defeat her with similar tactics, how they always seem to tell her the same thing after her loss, and even how they both refuse to acknowledge the impressive fight she put up. They also seem to take delight in seeing the bruises the brunette sports a few days after said fights; then again, neither of them will actually voice it in words.
One thing is for certain, however.
They never stay long enough to actually hear her admit defeat.
But Tenten doesn’t give up - she keeps fighting. This resolve courses through every vein of her slender body. It might have originated from observing her teammate Lee, but Tenten likes to believe that her willpower came from her own determination to succeed.
But even though she possesses this overwhelming strength of mind, Tenten still gets told to give up, even to this day. Now, however, she sports a smile and merely returns to her home, where she retires early. Under the shelter and comfort of her blanket, she shuts her eyes and begins to dream. And deep within her imaginings, she continues to get told to give up - this time, for entirely different reasons.
“Give up,” Sasuke demands, loosening the ribbons that keep her buns intact. Rough hands soon travel greedily down his opponent’s pale skin, grabbing at things that don’t belong to him. He doesn’t release his grip, however, and this time, he doesn’t allow her to catch her breath.
With Temari, things are always a lot more difficult to escape from. “Why don’t you just give up?” she sneers, and like every other time, she never leaves. Instead, she continues to nip playfully at her rival’s neck, giving her lovebites that will remain there for a few days. Seeing her opposition squirm on the mattress beside her seems to excite her in inconceivable ways, and because she never grows bored, she never ends the torture.
A blushing Tenten goes over these things daily: how they manage to defeat her with different tactics each time, how they always seem to tell her the same thing after her loss, and even how they acknowledge the fight she never did put up in the first place. They also seem to take delight in seeing the bruises the brunette sports a few days after said fights; then again, neither of them will voice it in words.
One thing is for certain, however.
They always stay long enough to actually hear her admit defeat.
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Fandom/Pairing: Naruto/TemaTenSasu
Title: Give Up
Author: Ladii-Chocolate
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Written for the thirtyforthree community. Dedicated to all the Tenten fangirls over at the tensasutema community.
“Give up,” Sasuke demands, holding his defeated opponent’s neck in a death grip with his arm. When she utters nothing in response - only splutters and produces gasping noises from within - he releases his grasp, and turns and walks away, leaving her behind to catch her breath.
With Temari, things are a lot more difficult to escape from. “Why don’t you just give up?” she sneers, but she never leaves. Instead, she continues to pound her rival ruthlessly, even after she cries out for mercy. Seeing her opposition writhe around below her feet seems to thrill her in unimaginable ways, and it is only when she grows bored that she ends the torture.
A battered and beaten Tenten mulls over these things daily: how they still manage to defeat her with similar tactics, how they always seem to tell her the same thing after her loss, and even how they both refuse to acknowledge the impressive fight she put up. They also seem to take delight in seeing the bruises the brunette sports a few days after said fights; then again, neither of them will actually voice it in words.
One thing is for certain, however.
They never stay long enough to actually hear her admit defeat.
But Tenten doesn’t give up - she keeps fighting. This resolve courses through every vein of her slender body. It might have originated from observing her teammate Lee, but Tenten likes to believe that her willpower came from her own determination to succeed.
But even though she possesses this overwhelming strength of mind, Tenten still gets told to give up, even to this day. Now, however, she sports a smile and merely returns to her home, where she retires early. Under the shelter and comfort of her blanket, she shuts her eyes and begins to dream. And deep within her imaginings, she continues to get told to give up - this time, for entirely different reasons.
“Give up,” Sasuke demands, loosening the ribbons that keep her buns intact. Rough hands soon travel greedily down his opponent’s pale skin, grabbing at things that don’t belong to him. He doesn’t release his grip, however, and this time, he doesn’t allow her to catch her breath.
With Temari, things are always a lot more difficult to escape from. “Why don’t you just give up?” she sneers, and like every other time, she never leaves. Instead, she continues to nip playfully at her rival’s neck, giving her lovebites that will remain there for a few days. Seeing her opposition squirm on the mattress beside her seems to excite her in inconceivable ways, and because she never grows bored, she never ends the torture.
A blushing Tenten goes over these things daily: how they manage to defeat her with different tactics each time, how they always seem to tell her the same thing after her loss, and even how they acknowledge the fight she never did put up in the first place. They also seem to take delight in seeing the bruises the brunette sports a few days after said fights; then again, neither of them will voice it in words.
One thing is for certain, however.
They always stay long enough to actually hear her admit defeat.
Comments are love.
Feel free to friend this writing journal or friend the author.