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sirius-lune · 2 years

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Scent (NSFW)

Specifically posted this for Valentine's Day.

Read two whole research journal papers about human pheromones for real to write that particular literature section. I am crazy.

This was inspired by a fic I read three/four years ago, I think? I am rusty with writing NSFW stuff, the last one I wrote was years ago. So, pardon me if that section feels unnatural/awkward. Ping me if there is any sentence construction, grammatical and vocabulary errors, I will have them changed asap, thanks for reading!

Summary:

A little quest into understanding the origin of your boyfriend's scent mix turned into a full blown fetish exposure.

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Scent

There is something about his scent that intrigued you, that darned curiosity of yours makes you want to observe if it is his cologne or his natural body scent is just that divine on its own. It makes your senses go drunk. That warm, earthy scent of his is like a drug, slowly seeping and hijacking into your nervous system with just a whiff, clouding your thoughts, making you undo all your self restraints and all you can think of is to pounce onto him, hug him and not let go. You often get yourself buried into his chest on the weekends afternoon, embraced by those strong arms, and unknowingly fall asleep at some point of time within the cradle of his arms and his scent.

The unmistakable smell of roses and sandalwood, and there are also hints of lemon, freshly brewed tea and peppermint. You are very determined to find out for yourself, the origin of those heavenly mixtures of his scent that make you go weak for him all the time. That reminds you of the mechanics of those carnivorous plants. Beautiful on the outside and is in fact, very much deadly. Your nerves are constantly getting poisoned by his scent, and then, being captured by his embrace and there is absolutely no way to escape that. You do not even have any thoughts of running away in the first place. You willingly jumped into the "trap" on your own accord.

While you were in the reverie of those thoughts, your surroundings were engulfed by that very scent that has been registered in your mind and senses since the day the two of you got official. A pair of strong arms hungrily wrapped themselves around you from behind and light kisses were peppered down the side of your neck without another second of delay, causing you to let out a squeak from the surprise attack.

"You seem to be so deep in thoughts. Care to talk to me about it?", his soft, elegant, dulcet voice sounded by your ear, sending pleasant shivers down your spine while his arms tightened around you.

"Just daydreaming about you, honey."

"I appreciate it if you pamper me with the details, my love."

You could not. You were already being distracted by his hands that were roaming wild all over your body. Your back being pressed up against him so tight that his scent was engulfing you whole, making you go limp in his arms. Wild thoughts started to flood your mind and at the little corner of it, you were in awe how fast he is able to immobilise you. This man is dangerous. And you love to live dangerously.

"I…" your voice trailed off as he started to rain kisses at the back of your neck.

He turned you around and swung an arm possessively around your waist while long slender fingers of the other free hand tilted your chin up to make you look at him. Golden pupils bore passionately into yours and you found your soul getting sucked deeper into the abyss of his soul. The proximity of his neck was so close so you quickly took the chance to throw your arms around his broad shoulders and bury your face into his neck, indulging yourself in that divine scent of his. And you deeply inhaled. That was heavenly.

Your assertiveness triggered him and he gently pried you from his neck to kiss you. Those hungry and passionate kisses from him never fails to turn on that carnal switch inside you. It intensifies your senses, making that divine scent of his even more obvious, and that scent and his embrace caused you to surrender yourself completely to him. Your legs started to give way as the French kiss got deeper, and he effortlessly carried you in his arms, princess-style, and took it to the sofa.

Needless to say, this escalated into a full blown make out session. His scent stayed on you after that and when you got into the bathroom later the day to bathe, you made sure the bathroom entrance was locked. You took off your shirt and buried your face into it, taking in the fading scent of his that was still lingering on the shirt.

You do not want him to know what you are up to. Deliberately going up to him and taking a whiff of his neck where that scent is the strongest, or letting him witness whatever you did inside the privacy of the bathroom, with the shirt you wore after all those intense making out sessions, feels rather creepy and perverse. But you could not stop at all, his scent is just so irresistible. And so assuring. It makes you calm down and feel safe.

You started to snoop around his house whenever he invited you to stay over. Was it the detergent or softener he used? His cologne? Shampoo? Soap? It would be one hell of a quest and taking care not to get caught red handed with your fetish is another. Imagine the embarrassment. Knowing him so well he will definitely use that as an advantage over you. For certain personal reasons. There is no way you are letting him have another easy win.

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"I noticed that you seem to be into fragrances lately, love."

The statement caught you out of the blue and you almost got a panic attack. Oh, the guilt. You internally forced your nerves to calm down. Do not panic, must NOT panic, or it will be game over. The mantra for soothing your guilt was repeatedly playing in your mind as you quickly arranged a smile on your face to hide the nervousness and desperately thinking of a valid answer to that statement.

"What makes you say that?"

"My love. I happen to see some interesting search results on Google's search history interface of the desktop in the living room."

"Oh."

At that point you wanted to slap yourself hard for that carelessness that could have been easily avoided. You should have just stick to using your phone for your personal quest instead.

Noticing your silence, he quickly added, "My apologies, I do not mean to pry. I wanted to backtrack a few of my past searches of some medical journal papers which I have forgotten to download. I happened to see your search history by chance."

"I see. Nothing to worry about, honey, it is just a casual interest."

Yeah right, but we shall go with that for now.

"You could have just talked to me about it, my love. We are a couple now, and the more I want to know about the things you like, or enjoy. For the many years to come as well." He took your hand and looked lovingly into your eyes. That electrifying gaze almost made you spill everything out.

Vyn honey, please, I beg of you, do not give me that illegal expression! You absolutely must not know! This is so personal! And it may come across to you as perverse! I definitely do not want you to think that your girlfriend is an absolute creep!

"Well, it is just a trivial interest. Really. A spur of the moment. I will most probably drop it some time later. That is why I did not tell you about it."

"Whatever that involves you will never be trivial to me. Whether it is a spur of the moment, or not. I just want you to be happy. I personally know of a few skilled perfumers and I could bring you to one of them, who happens to be a close acquaintance of mine, for a consultation session."

Help! Just where is this heading??

And, true to his words, he got both of you an appointment with his perfumer acquaintance. Things were escalating fast and seemed to be getting out of your control. All for knowing and wanting more about that divine scent of his. The obsession towards his scent was really getting out of hand and that evening you were doing a ton of ridiculous searches on Google with your phone in the comfort of the bedroom. You were looking through several pages of articles when he called for you from the kitchen to inform you that the matcha chocolate cake he ordered had just arrived. Upon hearing "cake", the gluttony child living inside you made you throw your phone carelessly aside and you sped down the stairs to the kitchen.

Vyn made his way to his bedroom simultaneously to grab a charger cord as you were running down the stairs. He smiled at that child-like expression on your face as you grinned at him while making your way past him towards the kitchen, looking forward to some cake savouring. He took a cord bundle from his drawer and noticed that your phone was on the bed when he turned towards the door. And the search engine interface displayed on the screen caught his eye. His eyes crinkled with mirth and mischief as he leaned down to peer at the search engine interface.

"I love my boyfriend's scent"

"Why do I love the way he smell"

"Why does my boyfriend smells so good"

"Is it normal to like my boyfriend's scent"

"How to deal with an obsession"

"Colognes' notes"

"The science behind pheromones in humans"

"I did not expect you to be adorable to this ridiculous extent." He mused, chuckling quietly, with his free hand covering that very wide smile which was plastered on his face. "I finally understand why you have been going through my laundry cupboard and the fragrances in my drawer. It all makes sense now. Do you really think that I did not notice what you have been doing?"

He pretended not to see anything and made his way to the kitchen. You did not understand why he was staring and smiling at you even more than usual for the entire evening.

——————

On the Saturday two weeks later, the both of you went for the appointment with his perfumer acquaintance. Rather than feeling excited, you were extremely nervous and your brain was in full panic mode. He was driving with one hand and the other was holding on to yours. Because of all that internal war between your calm outer facade pushing through its limits to keep your wits together, and your inner panic attacks that were threatening to surface, you failed to notice that very mischievous, sly, knowing smile hanging on his face.

The shop looked exquisite and expensive. The sophisticated environment was enough to make you forget about your nerves for a moment. When the mixture of fragrance in the air hit your nostrils, you were jolted back to your senses with the reason why you were there blaring across your mind. The owner, a beautiful lady in her forties, came out of her office and greeted the both of you.

"Is this lady here the lovely girlfriend of yours you have been talking about?"

Your boyfriend gave a small nod and smiled as he snaked an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. Despite all those fragrances in the air, his scent was still the most distinguished fragrance and with him holding you so close, you were holding yourself back from hugging him in public.

The session was enjoyable and an informative one. Arlene gave a small lecture about the making of fragrances, perfume notes, essential oils extraction from different sources and the perfume blending techniques in accordance with the amount of alcohol and water used. The rest of the session was all about hands on customising your own perfume.

While you were in the midst of mixing the perfume notes in the beaker, Arlene came over to your side to check on your progress.

"You seemed distracted. Is there anything I can help you with?"

You snapped back from your trance. You made a quick glance at your boyfriend, who was in deep concentration with the perfume mixing, and gave a small sigh.

"Arlene. Is it normal for a person to be attracted to their partner's natural scent?"

After all your snooping around, sniffing through laundry liquid and clothes softener bottles and his colognes, the collection of his aromatherapy oils, and sourcing of information from every corner regarding the possible origins of the scents that came off from your boyfriend, apart from the lemony fragrance, tea, spices, peppermint, roses and juniper were all from secondary sources, you could not seem to find anything in his house that were close to that sandalwood like scent on him. That was when you deduced that it is probably how his own unique natural scent is like. You were surprised at your own ability to isolate those individual scents off from him. The obsession is real.

"Ah, so that is it." Arlene gave a soft laugh upon hearing your question. "It is absolutely normal."

"How exactly do pheromones work in humans? Are they the same as those of animals'?"

"Pheromones' effects from human to human are not too widely studied to begin with. Research regarding this field is still ongoing. Humans have no functioning vomeronasal organs like those in animals. The vomeronasal organ of humans' is more of an accessory olfactory organ, but has specialised receptors to detect pheromone-like signals from another human. Pheromones are ectohormones. They are secreted by the organism into the environment which will affect the functional activities of the secondary organism that picked up the signals. So, for humans, even though our olfactory system is not as well developed as those in animals, our sense of smell is reasonably decent enough. The human pheromones can still be detected by another. For instance, body fluids. In sweat, our natural body oils and so on. However, each individual's detection strength differs from one to another."

"Ah. I see. Because a lot of the articles I read online regarding pheromone based attraction do not sound convincing. So, from what you said, this means that everyone can detect pheromones to a certain extent. Are there any types of pheromones secreted specific to the gender?"

"Pop articles are usually not accurate. Especially when it comes to life sciences, psychology and so on. If you are really interested, you should go for the scientific journal papers. There are two of them specific to female detection. The 16-androstenes and androstadienone. They are detected from the male bodily secretions. For the case with androstadienone, in general, it is a steroid said to display pheromones-like effects, and is able to improve the subject's mood and focus. After all, a positive mood and heightened focus contributes to better response when it comes to intimacy."

You felt heat rising to your cheeks upon the last statement.

"There is still a lot of information lacking since the science of human pheromones is still undergoing research" Arlene paused for a moment and then smiled at you.

"If you are not truly attracted to the person in question in any way to begin with, no matter what amount of pheromones-like signals he or she emits, will not help to catch your interest. Normally, when it comes to mutual attraction, humans do not just rely on sense of smell, or general visuals and so on, like that in animals. We have logical abilities to observe, to analyse the person, to understand, and also, not to forget, our emotions and what we need from the other party also play a part. Besides, for humans, attraction to each other comes in many forms. As to how, and in what ways you are attracted to your boyfriend, is also on you, not just on him. Attraction by scent is, of course, not the sole reason why you are attracted to your boyfriend on your part, I believe. So, if you find that you enjoyed your boyfriend's scent, there are several factors, biologically and psychologically, that play a part to it simultaneously in the background. The human sense of smell is still quite the mystery. Theoretically, a person can usually pick out his own shirt by the scent itself from hundreds of the same shirts belonging to other people."

"I am that obvious, huh?"

Arlene gave a laugh, and said, "Yes. But please don't be embarrassed about it. I do not see anything wrong about being attracted to your significant other's scent. I am simply telling you what I know that is within my knowledge regarding what you asked. Rest assured I do not go for pop articles for the knowledge."

The whole session ended two hours later and the two of you went back with customised perfumes. The conversation with Arlene replayed in your mind for the entire journey back and you felt a sense of relief to understand that the scent attraction you harbour towards your boyfriend is absolutely normal. Somehow, he seemed to be even more touchy towards you after that day and had been finding various excuses to hold and cuddle you. It is still a win-win situation for you. More close proximity to him to indulge in his scent.

——————

Not long later, he suddenly had to travel abroad regarding an urgent NXX related criminal case. All except for you will be going and you had to stay behind because there was an upcoming court case which you needed to settle. Besides, they would be gone for more than two weeks. This is going to be quite the problem.

How on earth are you going to handle The Exclusive Boyfriend TM Scent withdrawal?

You were burying your face into your pillow in your bedroom in annoyance when your phone buzzed. The call was from your beloved boyfriend. His dulcet voice made your heart flutter.

"It is me, love. What are you doing?"

"Thinking about how I will be missing your presence when you leave for the case."

And your scent too, boyfriend dearest!

There was a soft chuckle before he spoke again.

"I have a proposal."

"What would that be?"

"Would you like to stay in my house for the time being until I get back? Do not worry about the essentials, Ogier brings in two housekeepers everyday to tidy up the house and stock up on the essentials for you. I know you can cook and clean up but your job itself is already tiring. I wish for you to worry about nothing and rest well for the evening when you knock off from work."

"Sounds very appealing but it will be troublesome for y-"

"Anything that involves you is not troublesome, love." He cut you off before you could finish.

"I will take up your offer with pleasure, honey. I love to! I am already looking forward to it. At least with this arrangement, I will not feel too lonely when you are away… you know?"

He let out a soft laugh. "Since my flight will be on the following Monday, shift over this weekend, I will come over to help you pack in the morning."

At least by staying in his house, there will definitely be some of his scent lingering around. You decided to just put up with that until he gets back.

Thankfully you were allowed a leave day on Monday to send them off. Seeing your very moody expression, he sauntered back to you and shamelessly gave you a passionate French kiss right in the middle of the concourse.

"May victory find you in the coming court case. Be good, I will video call you as much as I can, alright?"

You nodded and allowed yourself to deeply inhale your boyfriend's scent as you snuggled against his chest. As he and the other three went through the check in gates, cleared the security and disappeared amidst the crowds, the sulk on your face returned. It was already unbearable at that point.

You allowed yourself to go into his room during the stay and taking care not to mess up the whole of his wardrobe, you picked out one of his shirts that he would usually wear in the comfort of his house and sneaked it to the guest room which he prepared for you. At that point you did not bother with the fact that the shirt smelled more like the fabric softener and not him. You went with the mindset that the fragrance is already a part of him since he did not change the choice of his clothes softener fragrance since who knows when. You always get that fragrance on him along with his scent whenever he locks you in an embrace.

In the late evening on the day after winning that stressful court case, you dozed off on the bed while holding onto one of his sweaters close to your face and watching a documentary. The smart pad that was propped against a pillow a little further in front of you which you had set it to automatically pick up all his calls after a few seconds, was lit up with an in-coming video call from him.

Before Vyn could say anything when the call connected, he was greeted by an endearing sight that made his heart sublime on spot.

You were sound asleep on your side, and holding onto one of his sweaters to your face, covering up to your nose.

He took a screenshot of your sleeping face, and spent quite a long while staring at the screen, tracing your features with a finger and watching you sleep.

He was supposed to fly back to Stellis on the Sunday of the third week. Somehow the team managed to settle and concluded the case slightly earlier than expected. So he ended up boarding the plane on Friday afternoon instead. He did not call you to inform you about it because he wanted to surprise you. On his part he was also suffering from girlfriend withdrawal and he missed all the cuddles the both of you shared and the lip pecks you enjoyed giving him.

Little did you know, your scent as well.

His heart was fluttering with anticipation and spirits on cloud nine as he reached home around half past nine. He left his luggage in the living room and quietly made his way around the house to look for you. His bedroom door was opened and lights were on. He peered in.

There you were, standing by his wardrobe, with another one of his shirts in your hands. And you had your face buried into it, taking in the lingering fragrance, imagining that it was his scent you were indulging on. You pulled your face away from the shirt after a while and stared at it with a very moody expression while mumbling, dragging your syllabus, "Vynnnn, whennnn are youuuu coming back? I am sufferinnnng."

"Someday, you will be the death of me." His dulcet voice sounded by your ears.

Strong arms wrapped themselves around you and you let out a shriek. A familiar scent you missed engulfed you.

"Goodness! When are you back?! Why did you not tell me?!"

"Just got home, love. I want to surprise you."

You immediately turned around and flung your arms around his neck. The both of you locked on a tight embrace and stayed like that for quite some time before he reluctantly let go to look at you.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too." You leaned against his chest.

"Or rather, my scent?"

You flinched when he said that. The smile on his face got wider at your reaction.

He knows?!

"Ahaha… What do you mean? Of course I missed you!"

"..."

That mischievous, sly smile on his face was starting to make you even more nervous and you felt your heart palpitation going uphill with every second. You tried to pry yourself away from him so that he would not be able to feel that wild heart beat of yours against the chest. However his arms were firmly circled around your waist and you had nowhere to run.

"That little 'hobby' of yours certainly caught me off guard. I happened to find out by chance."

"Urgh!"

Seeing your mortified expression, he started laughing. Your cheeks were ablaze with embarrassment and you slapped a hand onto your forehead.

"How?!"

"Well. I saw you going through the laundry cupboard, taking a sniff out of the laundry liquid bottle and sniffing through those few cologne bottles in my drawer. I also saw those interesting searches from your phone by chance the other day when the cake was delivered. I really do not mean to peek. You left your phone on my bed and the search segment is just right there glaring at me. Plus, that Google search history much earlier. Putting these together, I kind of figured the whole thing out." He replied, still chuckling.

"Damn it." You buried your face into your hands. Looks like your stealth factor is downright terrible.

"You really love how I smell, hmm?" This sly bastard of your boyfriend was grinning away.

"I cannot help it! You smell so good and it makes me calm and feel safe! It also makes me want to jump onto you! You just have absolutely no idea how hard it is for me to hold back from behaving like a wild animal. You have this unique sandalwood-like smell on you that I cannot do without everyday! It is like a drug. And those other fragrances on you, the rose scents, peppermint, citrus, tea… this unique blend of scent and fragrances all together, I mean, the scent is you. This is so embarrassing! I am obsessed, okay? OBSESSED. It is driving me insane. I have been suffering when you are not around because I need a dose of your scent everyday! Do you honestly not find this creepy?!"

"Why would I?"

"No?!"

"In fact, the feeling is mutual. I am hopelessly addicted to yours as you are to mine. You have no idea how much it is driving me insane for the withdrawal without you around."

Vyn stepped back to take off his coat and glasses and dropped them on the sofa without breaking eye contact with you. He moved closer to you and closed the gap. Eventually he got you backed against the wall. He wedged a knee in between your legs to keep them apart while gripping both your wrists with his hands. He then shifted both your wrists to a hand and swiftly pushed them above your head to pin them against the wall. His other free hand moved under your chin and gently tiled it up to make you look at him.

Both of you were starting to breathe heavily at that point.

The air was full of sexual tension and it broke when he lowered his head to brush his lips against yours. It started off with a few light pecks, and then he started to apply more pressure. He dragged his bottom lip painfully slow across yours, and gently sucked your bottom lip before pushing his tongue into your mouth. The kiss went from sensual and light to raw passion and lust within a minute. You tried to free your hands so that you could hold him, but he kept them pinned as the kiss got hungrier. His other free hand started to roam around your body and slipped under your top and bra to grope your breasts. The sounds of the wetness from the wild kissing resonated in the silence of the air.

He released your wrists and pulled your arms to wrap around his neck as the hungry kissing continued. You started to get really out of breath before he pulled away and went straight for your neck. You felt his tongue slowly gliding down the side of your neck to your collarbones, and your knees went weak. If not for his knee being wedged in between your legs you would have collapsed onto the ground from the sensation. He started to pepper kisses on your neck and along your jawline before going back to your lips for another round of French kissing. At this point, those hands were stroking up and down your waist and your moans of pleasure were muffled by the kiss.

He proceeds to hoist your waist up, and knowing his intentions, you put the pressure of your weight onto his shoulders with your arms and simultaneously wrap both your legs around his waist with his firm support. He carried you over to the bed and set you down.

"There is another unique scent that I enjoyed."

"Which is?"

"I will tell you after I take you. For I am very much starved right now."

He straddled you and reached down to tug your blouse off and flung it aside. You reached out and pulled his tucked in shirt out and unbuttoned it. While he was pulling his shirt off, you were working on unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. He leaned down, kissed you neck and reached behind you to unfasten your bra, impatiently pulling it off before pushing you down onto your back again. The pants and the rest of the undergarments came off a minute later and were carelessly kicked off the bed as well.

He reached out to open the drawer of the nightstand and took out one of his ties and tied up your hands and another one to blindfold you.

"Why the sudden..."

"This will increase your sense of smell and skin sensitivity with these restrictions. Now, be a good girl, keep your hands above your head and shhhh."

His lips covered yours and he proceeded to hump himself against you as his hands once again roamed all over your body. He pushed your legs up and you proceeded to hook them loosely around his waist. He started to impatiently rub his length against your slit. You felt the wetness starting to pool out and you let out a whimper of pleasure. You felt the tip of his heat prodding and rubbing at your entrance as he planted his lips on your neck. While you got distracted by him sucking on your neck and the sensation of his tongue, he plunged his entire length into you, earning him more whimpers and moans of pleasure from you.

The thrusts were slow at first and both of your pants became heavier as it went. You started to yearn for more.

"Forgive, me.. haah.. I do not, think, ugh…. I am able… mmh, to be gentle, haah… with you… anymore, haah..."

"... do whatever, ahh… have your, ahh, way… ugh, with me…go, uhhh, rough… haah, more..."

After the brief breathy exchange thick with carnal pleasure, he stopped momentarily to unhook your legs and pulled them further up to rest on his shoulders before plunging himself into you again. You let out a yelp from the enhanced sensation when you felt his length going much deeper into your core. He mercilessly pumped into you, hitting that particular spot that made you moan continuously, hands balled into fists and your wrists struggling to free themselves from the bonds. His name you cry out from the pleasure turned incoherent.

The loud erotic wet sounds of love making filled the air to mingle with your cries of pleasure and his rhythmic pants and moans that came along at every thrust. Your mind was completely numb with the sensations of his length plowing deep into your wet core and all you could do is to imagine the view in front of your eyes: his sex-starved gaze that was full of need that bore into yours, all the sweat rolling down the side of his beautiful chiselled jawline, lips slightly parted and panting.

"I— nghh!" you were near your climax point and could not bring the words out of your mouth to tell him.

"Haa… Almost-" he managed to say before another moan escaped from his throat.

His thrusting started to go out of control as he pulled in to kiss you. Both of your breaths started to become ragged and your whimpers from the pleasure started to become continuous. You felt your core tightening every second, begging for release as his thrusts became rough and desperate.

At the point when you were about to release your pent up pleasure, your man suddenly slowed down and pulled his length all the way back to your entrance.

"No… no, wait… Vyn, what the hell?!"

The blindfolds came off and you saw your boyfriend hovering over you with a smirk as he continued his excruciating slow thrusts.

"We usually do this about four times a week but, for today, I need to make up for almost three weeks being deprived of you."

"That is not the problem here!"

"I am not letting you rest this time. You did cardio rather frequently and I trust your stamina will hold out."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I love you so much and seeing you so reserved, I feel that it is unfair."

"Vyn, please… you already came, so untie me and LET ME!"

"Not yet, I want to hear you beg more."

He shifted himself before dropping down to French kiss you. He slowly pulled off after the round of wild kissing and stroked a finger across your bottom lip.

"Besides…"

He started to resume his speed as he trusted his length into your core.

"The smell of our love making is not heavy enough."

——————

You forgot when was the last time you were this sore from the wild sex the both of you had last night. He probably held back on the usual days so as not to overly tire you out for work the next day. You tried to sit up but your back gave up and you fell back onto the bed. You heard your sly boyfriend chuckling beside you and you turned to him and gave him a hard glare.

"Vyn, you fiend."

"I cannot help it. Thinking about that face you were making last night when you begged me to let you finish, makes me want to take you again right now."

"Have mercy, at this rate my back will snap." You scowled as you massaged your back.

"You enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. I do not see any problem here."

He laughed softly and pulled you to lay on top of him as he gently rubbed your lower back while the other hand slowly caressed your shoulders.

"Take us back to the question. The scent you enjoyed. What is it?"

He buried his face into your neck. "Is the answer not obvious enough from all the love making we had last night?"

Your face started to heat up at that statement.

"It's just bodily fluids."

"Just?"

You pulled the blanket over your head in embarrassment for your coming reply, "Specifically, ours. Stop baiting me to say embarrassing things!" He laughed in delight. Both of you spent the whole morning basking in each other's warmth and scent.

——————

Several weeks later, Arlene sent two bottles of perfume she custom made for the both of you. One specifically for you and the other one specifically for him.

"She said that when these two scents are in close proximity, it will create another fragrance." you said as you read the letter. "Isn't that adorable? It makes us closer to each other." You turned to look at him, only to see a knowing smile on his face. That innocent smile you had initially was immediately off your face.

"Ah."

"... for goodness sake, Vyn."

——————

"Since you already know that I enjoyed how you smell, I demand you to give me a long hug whenever you see me. I need a dose of your scent to recharge my depleting mental state thanks to the two excruciatingly stupid people I deal with from the office downstairs."

"Not embarrassed about it anymore, love?"

"You told me it is not creepy, so I officially declare that both you and your scent are therapeutic to my sanity levels."

"If it is not enough, I am more than happy to provide you extra supplements at night."

"... what am I going to do with you?!"

END

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Shandi’s KISSteria drabbles 26!

I think there might be..two to three more parts of this? Not trying to drag it out but I don’t wanna rush it either. THE STRUGGLE!

~Shandi

The final stages of planning are set to continue when the rest of the Allies arrive..but not before Black Dahlia says her piece~

ONE SMALL LIFE Part 12

“You have a problem.”

Black Dahlia chose to stay behind after the meeting was dismissed. She addressed StarChild in her signature matter-of-fact tone with her arms crossed. StarChild rolled his eyes. “Please, Dahlia I don’t need this now. I have a battle to plan.” She fixed him with her sternest look. “Don’t try to play off your feelings. You know I hate it when you do that. They’re just as important as this. Now tell me what’s going on.” He knew she wouldn’t let this go. Not until he told her something. He ran a hand through his hair and settled himself on his throne. “For starters Nikki Terror and I shared something special together once. It was only briefly but..he was my first. It’s..obvious from what you all saw that he still has some feelings for me.” She snorted softly. “Oh, he made it obvious alright. And I’m guessing Ace wasn’t very happy about that little display.”

“No..he wasn’t.”

“Did you tell then about each other?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“I don’t know..”

She sighed. “’I don’t know’ isn’t going to solve your problem. You need to confront them both. Make them settle their differences.”

“That’s crazy!! I can’t–”

“Then I’ll help you. One way or another we’re going to resolve this. It will only prove as a terrible distraction later.” Of course she was right. As always. As he got up from his throne she smiled and patted his back. “You get Ace and I’ll find Terror~”

Later that evening StarChild dragged his reluctant lover down the hall to the Guest Tower. “C’mon lemme go, Starshine! This is ridiculous!”

“Hush. This is for your own good. I’m not going to have you two side-eying each other and making snide comments. Especially not before an important battle. We’re putting an end to this right now.” Ace groaned. “I swear I wouldn’t put up with this if I didn’t love you..” StarChild smiled, bringing his lover to where Nikki stood waiting with Black Dahlia on his arm. “We realize how difficult this is for you..” Black Dahlia spoke calmly. “..but we think it would be better for StarChild..and especially for yourselves if you talk to one another. Really talk. Get your feelings out. Your frustrations. Whatever you want. We only ask that you keep it civil.” Ace and Nikki stared at each other for a while before Ace finally broke the silence.

“Okay fine. Tell me the truth, Terror. Do you love Starshine?”

Nikki snorted. “I got feelings, sure..but I wouldn’t say they’re love.”

“What would you say they are?”

“I don’t see why you need to get all in my face about this. I’m not gonna steal Princess from you. We got close. We had fun. Now it’s over.”

Ace narrowed his eyes. “That’s not what I saw a couple days ago.”

“I can’t say hello to someone I haven’t seen in a long time? It’s your own problem if you didn’t like the way I did it.”

“I’m gonna make this crystal clear..you’re a vulgar little punk and I don’t like you..but we need you for this fight. I don’t really care what you do as long as you don’t have your dirty hands all over my Starshine while I’m around. Are we done here? Cause I’m done.” Ace turned and left before StarChild could stop him. He looked at Black Dahlia who shook her head. “Clearly he has strong feelings about this. I think we should just leave him alone for now. He said what he needed to say.” Nikki shrugged. “Your SpaceMan’s got a lot of insecurities if he feels threatened by somebody like me. I’m not a ‘relationship’ kind of guy. The sooner he gets that through his head, the better.” StarChild gazed at him sadly. “Was I..just a fling to you then..?”

“Aw, Princess..you could never be just a fling to anybody~ You put me under a spell that night. I wouldn’t have lost track of ya if I coulda helped it. A lot of shit’s happened between then and now. When we’ve got the time I tell ya all about it. I wanna stay around but not if it’s gonna make him an asshole to ya. If you wanna we can try again after this is over. Deal?” After some consideration StarChild nodded slowly. “Yes..I think I’d like that.” Nikki pulled him close for a kiss. “Get some sleep, Princess. You look exhausted~” After Nikki went back into his room Black Dahlia placed her hand on StarChild's shoulder. “He’s right. We’ve done all we can here. Come..I can give you something to help you sleep~”

In another part of the tower Mick was strumming random chords on his guitar when there was a knock at his door. Visitors this late? Couldn’t be those damn kids. They were probably too busy partying. While his weakened body forced him to be stuck in his room. Alone. Sighing, he got up from his bed and answered. “Alright, what do you wa–” He stopped mid sentence when he was faced with Demon, Vinneketh and their little infant daughter. “Oh. Wasn’t expectin’ such lofty company. Come in if you wanna.” Vinneketh accepted the invitation while Demon stayed outside and watched. “Begging your pardon..I hope I am not intruding.” Mick scoffed. “Intruding on what? As you can see nobody’s got time for the dead weight.” There was so much pain in those words. Mental as well as physical, and Vinneketh could feel it all. “I understand..and I think I can help you.”

“I appreciate the offer but nobody can help me.”

“How do you know? You have not tried everything.”

“Heh..I guess you’ve got me there. What can you do?”

“Will you accept an exchange of favors?”

“Maybe. What do you want me to do?”

Vinneketh smiled and placed Ayesha in his arms. “Will you stay in the Star Tower and guard our daughter during the battle?” Mick stared down at the little girl who just giggled and reached for him. Vinneketh laughed softly. “It seems you have her approval. She likes you~” Mick was at a loss for words. He was never around any children in Anarkia so he never considered one would actually like him. He smiled back at her and let her grab one of his fingers. “Okay y’got yourself a deal. I’ll watch the little angel for ya~”

“Perfect~ We will return with her things~” Demon continued to stare as Vinneketh left the room. “We’re counting on you. If anything happens to her I guarantee you won’t live to regret it.” Mick sat back on his bed with Ayesha while they played a little game of tug-of-war. “Relax, Demon Man she’ll be perfectly safe with me.” Demon let his husband grab his hand and lead him away. “She will be fine, Beloved~ Master will have one of his strongest barriers around the Star Tower remember?” Demon sighed. “Yes, I know..but still..we barely know him.” Vinneketh stroked his husband’s hair. “If Ayesha did not feel safe with him I would not have left her. Give him a chance, Beloved~”

In the morning numerous sparkling white caravans had arrived at the Palace. With a big smile on his face StarChild went out to greet his newest close friend. “Hello, Freddie~!!”

“StarChild..hello, darling~!! Apologies for being fashionably late but let’s face it, I wouldn’t be any other kind~” They both laughed as they hugged. “But really it’s good to see you again~ I brought part of my military force here with me just in case extra hands are needed~” StarChild looked at him with wide eyes. “Y-you did? Oh you are truly sent from the Gods, my friend. My people will never forget Rhye’s assistance insuring their safety~ Once you and your Court are settled into your quarters we can all meet in the Main Hall. I can feel them coming closer. We cannot afford to delay this any longer.” Freddie nodded. “Indeed we can’t. We caught a glimpse of that Cult coming from your jungle on our way here. We have what remains of the jungle’s clans with us. One of the Wildcats was insistent upon seeing you but I told him–”

“And I told you I don’t take orders from anyone!!”

StarChild turned to see CatMan storming towards him with his eyes blazing green. “Get someone to heal me quickly. You’re not keeping me out of this fight. Those bastards will pay for what they did to my Clan!!”

To be Continued!!

#Shandi's drabbles #Shandi's KISSteriaverse #Black Dahlia is the aggressively supportive friend~#Ankh Mom and Demon Dad protect their little jewel~#Queen arrives!#One Small Life

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needdl · 5 years

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“I think you should go.”

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this has actually been up on ffn and ao3 for a while- along with another piece, actually. i will be posting that one on tumblr as well, probably tomorrow.

“I think you should go.” Neji’s voice was tired- they had been up talking for hours now, but were both unwilling to go to bed.

“But-”

“Tenten.”

She fell quiet, staring at him with such raw emotion in her eyes that his chest echoed dully in response.

“This is such a huge opportunity for you.”

“But- five months.”

“I know.” Neji pulled her into his arms and buried his face in her hair. “But it’s not as though we won’t be in contact. And I can come visit you a few times.”

“Yeah.” She clung to him tightly, hands gripping his shirt in clenched fists. “I’m going to miss you like crazy.”

“I’ll miss you too. But you’re really going to love the work that you’re doing.”

“Mm.” If possible, she held him even tighter. “Still gonna miss you.”

“You won’t leave for another three months. We have some time before we part.”

“‘Before we part.’ You’re very dramatic, my love.”

“And you’re very good at taking the tension out of a situation. Let’s go to bed.”

Tenten used her grip around his neck and shoulders as leverage to raise her legs and wrap them around his waist. “Only if you carry me.”

“Fine.” Neji hooked his hands underneath her thighs and turned them around to walk towards the bed. “Don’t get used to this. You have perfectly fine legs.”

“You certainly seem to think so.”

Neji stopped in the middle of the room, thrown off by the remark. “Pardon?”

He could feel Tenten smirk against his neck. “Don’t to deny it, you ogler. Every time I wear tights I’m twenty minutes late to work because you get all handsy.”

Neji had a brief moment to recollect flashes of tanned skin through sheer black fabric, and realized somewhat grumpily that he couldn’t even deny her statement.

Tenten left for China in February.

They spent their last evening together in their apartment, cooking dinner together and eating it in front of the fireplace. They were both unusually attached to one another- Tenten wound up curled in Neji’s lap, arms around his neck and shoulders as they rested their foreheads together and conversed in low voices.

They mostly ignored the meal they had cooked, although dessert- they had planned on having chocolate fondue- was… used, if not for the purpose they had initially intended.

Neji brought Tenten to the airport the next morning. They restrained themselves from causing too much of a scene, just embraced one another for a minute and separated with a short but warm kiss.

“I’ll text when I land, then again at the hotel,” Tenten told him. Her eyes were glimmering, but true to Tenten, she did not cry. Neji tenderly ran his thumb along her cheek.

“I love you,” he told her, resting his forehead against hers.

“I love you too,” she whispered. She leaned up and kissed him again, very softly, before stepping away from him and grabbing her suitcase.

“I’ll miss you,” she said. Neji nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets and clenching them into fists.

She gave him one last smile and turned towards the terminal, a white-knuckled grip on the handle of her suitcase. Neji watched her go until she disappeared in the crowd.

It certainly wasn’t easy adjusting to their long distance relationship- the first two weeks Tenten was gone, Neji felt a yawning chasm in his life where she normally filled it.

They quickly set a routine- Tenten called or video called him every night after she was done with her work from the day- and from her elated gushing over the phone, it was work that she loved.

They texted each other constantly, with the understanding that they wouldn’t always be able to respond immediately- the time difference between Konoha and Beijing wasn’t too difficult, but Neji’s days operated a few hours ahead of Tenten.

Once a week, they’d set up a Skype date and talk for hours at a time.

(Well, sometimes they did things… other than talk.)

There were the few nights when one of them had a difficult day and wasn’t in the mood for a long conversation, or had something occupying their time. Those nights, they’d settle with a simple text exchange before saying goodnight.

Gradually, the distance between them felt more normal- Neji still missed his partner, of course, very much- but he looked forward to talking to her at the end of the day. At one point he realized that there had been a large uptick in the frequency that Lee invited him out, and strongly suspected a collusion between him and Tenten to keep Neji socialized.

He had to admit that it was working- he and Lee either sparred in the dojo or got drinks together about once a week, which was certainly more than they had previously.

Still, Neji was looking forward to March, when he would be visiting Tenten for a long weekend in Beijing and celebrating her belated birthday.

The weekend after Tenten’s birthday, he took a cab to the airport at about 5:00 AM. His initial flight out was delayed, so he sent Tenten a quick text and settled into a seat to read his book.

He had just absorbed himself in the chapter when Tenten texted him back several sad-face emojis in a row, then sent a quick follow up text.

‘will watch flight info online and meet up w u at airport when u land. i’m excited!!! ❤️❤️❤️’

Neji smiled to himself and tucked his phone back into his pocket.

Naturally, Neji was in first class for his flight- it was a luxury he had grown up with, and he liked it far too much to give it up. His first and only time flying economy class- with Tenten, of course- hadn’t been terrible, but he was too accustomed to first class and had actively avoided economy class ever since.

It may or may not have been a minor point of contention between himself and Tenten- she disliked spending money when there was a cheaper option available, and would pointedly roll her eyes at him when she thought he was being frivolous. He would retort that just because something was less expensive didn’t mean it was a better choice. Tenten tended to buy things that broke down after a very short period of time, and constantly had to replace them. All in all, she was spending just as much, if not more than him on a product.

It was one of the things they fought about most, but once they’d moved in together it had settled over somewhat. Even if their apartment’s rent was more than the rent at Tenten’s old place, splitting it between their two incomes actually meant she was paying less than she had before, and could actually invest in her necessities.

(Neji had taken her to the store where his family bought most of their winter clothes, and Tenten had actually expressed shock over how warm her coat was. It gave Neji some mixed feelings- she definitely could have afforded warmer coats in the past, and he hated that she had just let herself be that cold for the sake of saving money.)

But still- Neji indulged and traveled almost exclusively in first class. (If Tenten was with him, they’d fly business class; a grudging compromise between them.)

Neji tried to do some work on the flight, but he was too distracted to get much done. He was mostly thinking about Tenten.

He hadn’t seen her in almost three weeks, and was eagerly anticipating seeing each other face-to-face again. He knew Tenten had some things she wanted to do with him in the city, and they’d likely spend the second and third days of their time together spending time with Tenten’s group of fellow students, who by all accounts she was becoming close with. But their first day reunited…

The flight attendant handed Neji his drink, stirring him from his (admittedly slightly risque) thoughts. He took it with a nod of thanks and turned his attention to look out the window.

Four hours, then he’d finally see her again.

Tenten chewed her lip in anticipation, eyes fixed to the entrance of the baggage claim area. Neji’s delayed flight had thrown her off a little. She’d been a bundle of nerves all week, unable to focus on her work and even getting a few inquiries from her colleagues about her behavior.

They’d all smirked a little bit when she told them her boyfriend was coming to visit her- apparently, she talked about Neji more than she realized. She’d left the night before amid wolf-whistles, knowing looks, and one loud, “Enjoy your weekend!”

And she was planning to, but first her boyfriend needed to arrive.

A flood of people came through the doors, and Tenten perked up eagerly only to sulk in disappointment when it became clear that Neji wasn’t among them. His flight had landed about half an hour ago, he should be at the baggage claim any second-

A few stragglers from the last crowd entered, but still no sign of Neji. Tenten was tempted to go through and find him herself.

Her phone buzzed, and she checked it hastily in case it was from Neji. It was just an email notification- once upon a time, Ino had nagged Tenten into signing up for a clothing store’s membership program, and now she was constantly getting spam.

Scrunching up her nose in vexation, Tenten tapped her way through unsubscribing from the store. She never used the discounts anyway; there really wasn’t a point to it anymore. Task complete, she put her phone back in her pocket and glanced back up at the entrance.

Her heart stopped in her throat. In the minute she’d been distracted, Neji had entered, and he was walking towards her now with his eyes fixed to her face.

For a few seconds, Tenten couldn’t get her feet to move at all.

Logically, she knew his appearance hadn’t changed- she had video called him two days ago, after all, and he looked much the same as he had then.

But something about seeing Neji in person- for the first time in three weeks - made her want to cradle his face in her hands and memorize its nuances.

(He was so handsome - how did she not fully remember that?)

After those first few seconds spent drinking in the sight of him, Tenten lurched into movement. She didn’t quite run to him, but they reached one another with a flurry of movement that ended with Tenten clinging desperately to Neji's shoulders as he leaned her back and kissed her with such urgency that she was left gasping for air.

He pulled back slightly and shifted her so she was upright again, pressing a few slower, more controlled kisses to her lips. Her head was swimming, but she did her best to reciprocate, feeling rather like one of the trembling maidens on the covers of the books Sakura pretended not to read.

Neji parted from her and rested his forehead against her own, eyes staring into hers.

“Hi,” Tenten whispered, biting her lip in an effort to contain the wide grin stretching across her face.

“Hi,” he echoed. He kissed her again, very softly, before finally stepping away and slipping his hand into hers. They stood and grinned at each other like idiots for a minute, before remembering the crowd around them and the luggage that still needed to be collected.

They were getting a few fish-eyed looks from the people around them, but as Tenten tucked herself against Neji's side while he grabbed his luggage, she realized that she definitely didn't care.

Tenten drove them back from the airport in a colleague’s borrowed car, filling up the air with excited chatter about her work, and showing him around, and how happy she was to see him.

He couldn’t have gotten a word in edgewise if he’d tried- Tenten still maintained that she didn’t talk as much as, say, Naruto or Ino, but once she got started on something, it was hard to stop her.

Not that Neji wanted to. He was, quite frankly, starstruck at the sight of her, and was still drinking in the fact that he was back in her presence. He sat quietly in the passenger’s side of the car and watched her speak, letting her words wash over him and feeling the gap in his life slowly fill up again.

He must have been gazing at her like a man starved, because every time she glanced over at him she’d quickly dart her face away again, a flush slowly rising on her face.

They reached the building where Tenten was staying and parked in the alloted spot, then sat in the car and kissed one another for a good half an hour.

Neji was a little embarrassed when he pulled apart from Tenten- for a brief moment, he needed to catch his breath- and realized how much time had passed since they had arrived. The sight of Tenten’s face easily persuaded him to lean over again, her mouth a puckered red and her hair a tousled mess from where he had been cupping her head. She also had such a languid, wanton look on her face that Neji really had no choice but to swoop back in and tease a moan from her throat.

They finally got out of the car- both flushed red and feeling a little light-headed- and went up the stairs and towards Tenten’s apartment. They committed to some level of decorum once they entered the building and kept themselves the slightest bit apart. Tenten had fallen rather quiet, but based off the expression on her face- biting her lip, a dark flush, brows just the slightest bit cinched- she was filled with anticipation.

They entered the apartment quietly, and stopped a few feet into the foyer. Tenten seemed a little awkward now, as if she hadn’t planned for what they’d do after they got back to her place.

Fortunately, Neji had some ideas.

He set his bags down carelessly and snagged Tenten by the waist, stepping closer and ducking his head down to mouth at her pulse. She inhaled sharply, throwing one hand over his shoulders and wrapping her other arm around him to grip the fabric covering his mid-back.

They spent several more minutes like that, kissing rather desperately and with quite a bit of tongue. Finally, Tenten pulled away with a gasp.

“O-oh-” She panted against his shoulder for a minute, her grip slowly easing where her hand had twined itself into his hair. Sensing a shift in their affection, Neji relaxed his own stance so he was cradling her close to him, slowly rubbing her back.

There was less tension between them now, replaced by tenderness and- fulfillment. After a moment, Tenten lifted her head again and pressed her lips very gently against his.

They kissed sweetly for a minute or two, then Neji slowly eased back. “Give me the tour?”

“Sure,” Tenten said, somewhat breathlessly. She grabbed his larger suitcase and dragged it behind her as she went further into the apartment. Neji grabbed his other bag and followed her into the kitchen silently.

It was small but well furnished, with surprisingly new-looking countertops. Neji could see another room and a hallway leading off from where he was, but the door was partially closed and the lights dimmed, making the contents difficult to make out.

The kitchen flowed into the sitting area, which held a plush-looking sofa, a coffee table, a bookshelf, and the TV on the armoire. There was also a side table with a lamp and a few knickknacks, as well as a shelf holding a few plants and a couple of picture frames.

He couldn’t see them perfectly, but one of the pictures was definitely a picture of them from Temari’s birthday party a few years ago, both dressed nicely and looking- well, Tenten looked beautiful, Neji supposed he had looked handsome.

It was towards the end of the evening, and they’d both had a few drinks in them when Sakura had snapped the picture. They were seated at the table and Tenten was leaning into Neji’s side, head propped up on one hand with the other tucked into the crook of her elbow. Neji was sitting with one arm over the back of her chair and the other resting on the table. Sakura had told them to “say cheese!” before she took the photo, and in an unusually public display of affection Neji had pressed his lips to Tenten’s temple before turning to face the camera.

Sakura had photographed the moment Tenten had understood his actions, and so the picture showed her smiling impossibly affectionately up at Neji as he in turn smiled warmly up at the camera.

Lee had said, once he saw the picture, that Tenten had “heart eyes”, which Neji didn’t really understand but made Tenten flush and get all squeaky.

It was one of his favorite photos of them, and it filled him with fondness that Tenten seemingly liked it so much as well.

“Well, this is the kitchen-” Tenten gestured around them rather vaguely- “then the sitting area, and through there is the office slash laundry room, and then that hallway leads to the bathroom and bedroom. Oh, I cleared out some space for your stuff, I know you’re only here for four days but I know how you like to organize your things…”

Neji hummed in agreement.

“Speaking of which, let’s go have sex.”

Neji was mid-agreement hum when he realized what she said, and choked off rather abruptly.

Tenten snorted. “Dork. But also, I’m serious. I put on silk sheets and everything.”

“Tenten, it is-” He paused and checked her watch. “A little after 1:00.”

“I’ve always found that to be a particularly sexy time of day…”

“It’s practically lunchtime.”

“Mmm. And I know what I want to eat.”

Neji's responding flush made Tenten laugh and kiss his cheek. Fondly, she told him, “C’mon, babe. I want to stretch you out and admire you.”

Neji’s flush made its way down his neck and over his ears, but it certainly didn’t stop him from following Tenten into the bedroom.

Tenten woke up the next morning with sun streaming in through the window and Neji’s mouth on her clit.

She threw her head back into her pillow and let out a hiss, her hands flying up to twine into the hair on Neji’s head and pull. He responded in kind, sucking at tender skin and squeezing her hips hard in his hands.

She came undone almost embarrassingly quickly- but they’d been up all night after an entire month spent apart, so she was admittedly a little tender and her stamina was lower.

But Neji was trying his damndest to increase it as much as he could in a single week. And though at the moment Tenten wasn’t able to walk without her knees wobbling, she certainly was enjoying herself immensely.

Neji pulled away from her, but she didn’t dare to look at him- she just knew he’d be licking at his lips and looking insufferably smug.

After a moment of silence, he said amicably, “Good morning.”

“Yeah. Uh, hi.”

Neji’s hands pulled away from her thighs, and a few moments later he was shifting himself up so he was propped over her on his elbows. His hair fell over his shoulders in a tousled mess, and Tenten was a little regretful she hadn’t woken up in time to see it tangled across his shirtless back- one of her favorite sights in the world, and one she had been badly missing in the past month.

But then again, she thought to herself as Neji dipped his head to thoroughly kiss her breathless, this was nice too.

Neji pulled away from her and shifted so he laid on the bed next to her, one arm draped over her waist. He tucked his head back against her neck and collarbone, then, after a moment of consideration, grazed her warm skin with his teeth.

Tenten wiggled at the sensation. “Neji-”

“I meant to ask you last night,” he interrupted with a murmur (and normally she’d be irritated, because she hated it when people interrupted her, and when Neji did it she disliked it even more- but right now she was still riding the high of her pleasant awakening, and Neji smelled quite good, and it was just post-coital talk, nothing important, so she’d let it slide) “This necklace-” he reached to hook his fingers under the delicate gold chain that was tumbling down her neck and over the tops of her breasts. “You didn’t have this when you first left, did you? I don’t recognize it.”

Oh. Tenten flushed a little, because that was true, and the way she had gotten it was one of the most embarrassingly sentimental, lovelorn, sappy things she’d ever done.

“Uh-” her mind stuttered for excuses. “It’s, uh-”

Neji waited patiently, running his fingers over the chain (and coincidentally, her skin). He wasn’t looking at her face at all, which made it easier for her to blurt out, “Okay, you can’t laugh.”

His fingers never ceased stroking her skin. “All right.”

“Well-” Ugh, this was so cheesy. Tenten kept her gaze on the ceiling, refusing to look at Neji. No way would she be able to get it out if she had to actually look at him. “It was the first couple of weeks after I had left Konoha, and- I mean, you remember what it was like, I missed you a lot-”

The movement of Neji’s fingers slowed minutely, and Tenten got the impression he was listening very intently. “And- well- I was out with a few colleagues just touring around, and a few of us wanted to check out some shops and we went into this little jewelry shop and I just- I saw it, and I was thinking of you, and then I bought it.” She glared defiantly at the ceiling.

Neji’s hands stopped moving completely, and after a moment he said, “I missed you too, Tenten but I still don’t see how the necklace has anything to do with that.”

Tenten rolled her eyes at the brusqueness of his statement, but reached up and pushed his hand away to grab the necklace and show him the tiny, minuscule capital N that dangled off the delicate chain.

Neji lifted his head from her neck to look at it closer. “That’s- an ‘N’? Why...”

Tenten waited for his genius brain to kick in.

Neji paused, then asked haltingly, “Is that… is it… does the ‘N’...”

Tenten’s cheeks burned, and she muttered, “It’s really not too difficult of a connection, Nnnneji.” The emphasis was a tad obvious, but she wanted to get the conversation over with.

“I- I see.” Neji’s hand, which he had settled over her hip when she moved it, minutely tightened its grip. In the next few seconds he flipped them both over so Tenten was lying haphazardly under him while he buried his face in the space between her neck and shoulder, holding her in his embrace so tightly it was almost painful.

Tenten blinked a few times, a little startled at the reaction. Cautiously, she raised a hand to smooth down the strands of hair at the base of his neck. “Neji?”

If possible, he held her even closer. After a moment he lifted his head and pressed a lingering kiss to her temple, then abruptly got up and walked out of the room without a word.

Tenten squinted after him. “Neji? You okay?” He’d had only his briefs on, so he definitely wasn't planning on just walking out of the apartment.

He came sweeping back in a minute later and sat back down on the bed, then leaned over her and set something down on her stomach.

“Marry me.”

Tenten’s head, which she had been craning awkwardly to see what he had brought her, snapped back up. There wasn’t a trace amount of anything other than seriousness in his expression- but then, she hadn’t expected there to be anything else.

“Huh,” she said, grabbing what she now realized was a small velvet box off of her stomach and popping it open. The ring wasn’t extravagant- just a simple band of platinum with diamonds, rubies, and aquamarines studded into it.

(Keyword being extravagant- that’s not to say it wasn’t expensive.)

“I will.” Tenten said absently, picking the ring out of the box. “Marry you, I mean,” she clarified, sliding it onto her ring finger and giving an experimental wiggle. It didn’t have any parts that would stick out and catch on anything, which she appreciated.

“We should have a longer engagement, though- maybe a year and a half? That way I can finish up in China, then we’ll have time to plan things out- I’m sure your family has a lot of traditions, so we’ll have to haggle that out with them...”

She glanced up at Neji for the first time since she’d put the ring on. He was staring at her ring finger, seemingly transfixed, looking so open and vulnerable that her heart clenched.

“Hey.” Tenten leaned over and placed her left hand over his. He jerked his head up to meet her gaze, and she grinned at him.

“We’re engaged.”

Slowly, he grinned back, looking both triumphant and boyishly sheepish. “We’re engaged.” He turned his hand over to lace their fingers together, then brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it tenderly.

Tenten could only stand the affection for a few seconds before she had to jump up and get away from him to hide her flush. “You want breakfast?”

She peeked at Neji out of the corner of her eye. He was watching her with his head tilted to the side, that same exultant smile tugging in his lips.

“If you’re making it dressed like that, definitely.”

Tenten paused and glanced down at her fully nude figure, then shrugged and continued towards the kitchen. “Fine, but I’m going to wear an apron for protective purposes.”

“Even better.” She could hear him shuffle around on the bed, presumably swinging his legs over and standing up.

Three steps out of the bedroom, Tenten paused and stared at the contents of Neji’s suitcase where they were scattered across the floor. “Uh-”

“Ah.” Neji placed a hand on her waist and looked over her shoulder at the mess. “I was in a hurry to get the ring. I’ll put my things away while you make breakfast.” He paused for a second, then thoughtfully dropped his head down and pressed a kiss to her neck.

The slightest shiver went up Tenten’s spine. “That eager to get me affianced, huh?”

“You have no idea.” Neji stepped back from her and knelt in front of his luggage. “I started ring shopping after our six-month anniversary.”

Tenten’s foot caught itself over the air, and she stumbled. “What?”

Neji just smirked up at her. “It was a good date.”

“I mean-” Tenten thought back to the sight of her office filled with flowers in the morning, followed by a delivery of her favorite lunch, and Neji picking her up at a little after five to take her to dinner at a very nice restaurant. (Plus, well, they’d gone back to his place- to exchange gifts, among… other things.)

It was a good date, but it wasn’t as if it had so spectacular that she was suddenly irresistible to Neji- after all, he’d informed her a few weeks prior to their anniversary that he loved her.

(She was on her way out of her apartment that morning, already running a few minutes late because someone didn’t want to let her out of their shower. Neji didn’t have to leave for work until later, and was making a point of walking around clad only in a towel, his wet hair dripping some very distracting trails of water down his chest. Tenten had paused to kiss him goodbye, and after he pulled away he told her, “You should know that I love you.”

“’Kay,” she replied, and left, clicking the door shut behind her to make sure it latched.

She was halfway down the stairs before she realized what he said.)

Tenten frowned at Neji in contemplation. “What was so significant about our anniversary? It was a nice night, but it wasn’t super unusual for us.”

Neji’s attention was suddenly diverted with laser-like intensity to neatly folding a sweater. “Hn.”

Tenten let out a little sputter, half amused and half offended. She hadn’t heard him say that in a while.

“Excuse you-”

“It was the first time you’d spent the night at my home.” Neji’s sweater was extremely folded. “It just… made me realize… that I wanted you in my life for as long as you would have me in yours.”

Ugh, Neji . Every once in a while, he’d turn a phrase that made her heart go pitter-pat in her chest. And he always meant them so earnestly- Tenten knew that her presence in Neji’s life had lightened it considerably, but he was still one of the most serious people she knew. But it meant that everything he did, he committed himself to fully. Romance included.

She didn’t tell Neji this, of course. Tenten got all flushed and squirmy when Neji’s intense affection was directed at her for too long.

Instead she leaned over and patted his head. “Save it for the vows, babe.” She turned around and started to walk into the kitchen, only to let out a shriek as Neji suddenly looped his arms under her ass and sort of tackle-dropped her on the ground.

“‘Save it for the vows’,” he muttered, hooking one of her thighs around his waist. He laced her left hand with his right and pinned it to the ground near her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

Tenten grinned up at him. “I’m one-hundred percent original, bay-beeee.”

Neji very effectively used his mouth to shut her up.

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