...edibly sexy, but she had lost… again… It seemed like no matter how hard she strived, she could just not beat Temari… in any way… "Mmm you look kinda sexy beautiful" Temari remarked with a wink. "Well come in already, I'm not a fan of standin around".
Temari pulled the still very absent-minded Tenten into her room, locking the door behind them. "Soo… This rematch" Temari spoke softly as she led Tenten to the bed, holding her hand. "You have any ideas…? I'm sooo busy tomorrow… and then I have to leave the morning after… it looks like I won't have the time unless… we did something about it tonight" another wink from the sand kunoichi. Tenten was still choked up; it seemed like every time she was about to get the strength back to speak, Temari said or did something to take it away again. "W-well… what did y-you have i-in mind… exactly…" Temari positioned herself behind Tenten on the bed, the sand kunoichi draping her arms around the young leaf kunoichi. The wind goddess dressed in only this short piece of fabric… this… it could barely be called a dress—she pressed her chest to Tenten's back, breathing hot air on her neck. "Hmmm… well I'm sick and tired of fighting… at least with our fists… "Tenten shivered at every syllable breathed down her neck.
The young weapons specialist couldn't take...