"Euphemisms", Tenten, 715 words, R
Getting to work on fic, although godsomuchhomework. This is bottom of the harddrive!fic that I wrote a long time ago, so it's not me being too distracted from my so very overdue iy_flashfic.
Fandom: Naruto
Warnings: M/F and F/F sex. NejiTen, LeeTen, TenTemari (I figure poor ignored Tenten should get to pimp it occasionally)
She loses her virginity when she is sixteen. It’s very by the book. Bed, evening; a boy who is beautiful and dark. He touches her like he’s following an instruction manual-oh no, not that he’s cold, not really, but it does read like a checklist. Each bullet he touches on once, twice, thrice, with hands, then mouth, then hands again. He makes her come twice before he slides inside her. He doesn’t say he loves her, not then or ever; she does in Rome as the Romans do, and holds that word safe behind her teeth.
Because she’s unused to the way sex and love words taste in her mouth, she doesn’t know then what she should call it.
Much later she knows it was having sex, nothing more than that, nothing less. Neji never has anything but. Fucking is too fierce for him; making love too sweet. He is a practical boy-occasional obsession with destiny aside-and then a practical man who knows exactly what he wants, and TenTen never leaves his bed unsatisfied.
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Lee makes love. He makes love so passionately that she can’t help but make it back, even if her love is more sisterly than anything. If he isn’t in love with her before he kisses her that first time after the third date, if he isn’t in love with her when she grabs him by the tie and pulls him against her, then certainly he is in love with her afterwards, when his arms slip around her sweaty shoulders, his lips resting at the nape of her neck. By Lee, she is a little bit more knowledgeable about men and love and the things done in a tangle of sheets, so she knows exactly what to call it.
Between the tenderness in his eyes and the candlelight, Lee is almost cute, and when he tells her she is beautiful, she is wonderful, she is a kind of goddess come to earth-perhaps it’s only that she has a streak of vanity, but she thinks that in that moment, he’s nearly as beautiful as Neji.
The first time, Lee is eager and done too quickly, and when he makes it up to her afterwards, there’s a determination so bright in his eyes that TenTen comes mid-shake of her head, holding back a fond giggle.
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Her hands are caught in blonde, clutching so hard that there are tears in Temari’s eyes that have nothing at all to do with nice emotions. Under the other woman’s mouth, her mouth is bruising in a kiss made of teeth and tongue and very little lips.
“You like it rough, don’t you?” Tenten says afterwards with disgust. It’s a good normal girl’s disgust, the sort of disgust kunoichi feel, the polished sort of kunoichi with their flower arrangements and hair upswept just so (so to best hold that set of poisoned needles). She feels the way she does after a good fight, which is essentially what this was, and that emotion is nothing like disgust. Her heart is pounding, not nicely but violently, like it wants out of her chest, and there’s an ugly kind of adrenaline in her veins still, enough for another round.
“Obviously,” said Temari, stretching like a cat in all shades of yellow-brown: tan and wheat and old bruise. There are leaves in her hair and fresh bruises between her thighs. She leans over, her powerful body taking over Tenten’s personal space, so very impolite and intoxicating. “You like it too.”
She does, she thinks. She isn’t a subtle pretty kind of girl, though she cleans up just fine, though she knows the smiles and the seductions nearly as well as she knows her preferred, non-metaphorical blades. What she is, is a little (if only a little) like Temari, who is brash and plain and hard. She likes it soft too, and that shade between the two, she likes loving and sleeping together, but god help her, she likes fucking too.
This is why she grabs her again and kisses her, and this time Tenten kisses soft and yielding. Temari seems taken off guard; this is when Tenten pushes her back onto the ground and kisses her again, deeper and crueler and better and worse.
Fandom: Naruto
Warnings: M/F and F/F sex. NejiTen, LeeTen, TenTemari (I figure poor ignored Tenten should get to pimp it occasionally)
She loses her virginity when she is sixteen. It’s very by the book. Bed, evening; a boy who is beautiful and dark. He touches her like he’s following an instruction manual-oh no, not that he’s cold, not really, but it does read like a checklist. Each bullet he touches on once, twice, thrice, with hands, then mouth, then hands again. He makes her come twice before he slides inside her. He doesn’t say he loves her, not then or ever; she does in Rome as the Romans do, and holds that word safe behind her teeth.
Because she’s unused to the way sex and love words taste in her mouth, she doesn’t know then what she should call it.
Much later she knows it was having sex, nothing more than that, nothing less. Neji never has anything but. Fucking is too fierce for him; making love too sweet. He is a practical boy-occasional obsession with destiny aside-and then a practical man who knows exactly what he wants, and TenTen never leaves his bed unsatisfied.
---
Lee makes love. He makes love so passionately that she can’t help but make it back, even if her love is more sisterly than anything. If he isn’t in love with her before he kisses her that first time after the third date, if he isn’t in love with her when she grabs him by the tie and pulls him against her, then certainly he is in love with her afterwards, when his arms slip around her sweaty shoulders, his lips resting at the nape of her neck. By Lee, she is a little bit more knowledgeable about men and love and the things done in a tangle of sheets, so she knows exactly what to call it.
Between the tenderness in his eyes and the candlelight, Lee is almost cute, and when he tells her she is beautiful, she is wonderful, she is a kind of goddess come to earth-perhaps it’s only that she has a streak of vanity, but she thinks that in that moment, he’s nearly as beautiful as Neji.
The first time, Lee is eager and done too quickly, and when he makes it up to her afterwards, there’s a determination so bright in his eyes that TenTen comes mid-shake of her head, holding back a fond giggle.
---
Her hands are caught in blonde, clutching so hard that there are tears in Temari’s eyes that have nothing at all to do with nice emotions. Under the other woman’s mouth, her mouth is bruising in a kiss made of teeth and tongue and very little lips.
“You like it rough, don’t you?” Tenten says afterwards with disgust. It’s a good normal girl’s disgust, the sort of disgust kunoichi feel, the polished sort of kunoichi with their flower arrangements and hair upswept just so (so to best hold that set of poisoned needles). She feels the way she does after a good fight, which is essentially what this was, and that emotion is nothing like disgust. Her heart is pounding, not nicely but violently, like it wants out of her chest, and there’s an ugly kind of adrenaline in her veins still, enough for another round.
“Obviously,” said Temari, stretching like a cat in all shades of yellow-brown: tan and wheat and old bruise. There are leaves in her hair and fresh bruises between her thighs. She leans over, her powerful body taking over Tenten’s personal space, so very impolite and intoxicating. “You like it too.”
She does, she thinks. She isn’t a subtle pretty kind of girl, though she cleans up just fine, though she knows the smiles and the seductions nearly as well as she knows her preferred, non-metaphorical blades. What she is, is a little (if only a little) like Temari, who is brash and plain and hard. She likes it soft too, and that shade between the two, she likes loving and sleeping together, but god help her, she likes fucking too.
This is why she grabs her again and kisses her, and this time Tenten kisses soft and yielding. Temari seems taken off guard; this is when Tenten pushes her back onto the ground and kisses her again, deeper and crueler and better and worse.