Daze

                                    

                                          
"Will you go to Suna?" the question was a whisper in her ear, and she sighed in response for after uttering the words the woman had taken to distributing delicate kisses on her neck, "I'm sure I can find again some mission that requires someone with your skills."
                          
"With my skills?" she said those words suggestively as she pulled up the blonde's skirt and gently slid her hand over her intimacy, getting a moan, and the light kisses to transform into something more like nibbles over her clothing, being these now directed at her breasts.
                          
"Yes or no?"
                          
She snorted in her mind, patience was still not a quality that could be used to describe Temari, so just to provoke her she pushed aside the underwear that already felt quite wet and inserted two of her fingers, starting to put them in and take them out very slowly, caressing her clit just a little but without being her intention to deepen much what she was doing. 
                          
"You're a damn, Tenten," she smiled sideways, the blonde was easy to get desperate.
                          
"Do you really want me to go?" the woman tried to stifle her next moan and roughly began to remove the waistband that adjusted her attire and also served to hold her scrolls, after throwing it anywhere Temari got rid of her dress thus forcing her to remove her hand from the caress that she had not ceased until that moment. 
                          
"Don't tear it," she warned when she noticed her intentions towards the garment that was in her way, "you have already damaged too many of my clothes."
                          
"Boring," she wanted to reply, but by then her bra had already been removed and the blonde began to suck her breasts while she was undoing the button of the tight shorts she wore to avoid showing too much with her dress.
                          
When there was someone else present the two acted like simple friends, but alone they had long since stopped pretending that what was going on between them was just a matter of the heat of the moment. The last time someone had mentioned their confrontation in exams, and if they would ever have a rematch to see their progress, she had almost choked on what she was eating at the same time Temari replied not being interested in crushing her in a fight again.
                          
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Flashback
                          
She tried to inhale deeply but it was impossible to get air into her lungs as she felt them collapse more and more with each passing second. She was sure that a kunai buried in her chest would hurt less but even that wouldn't achieve the goal of destroying her as fast, nothing had prepared her for the words she had heard, and she could swear that there was someone with a megaphone next to her ear repeating them over and over again.
                          
"Your relationship had not been approved."
                          
A part of her head wondered if she perhaps had misheard and misunderstood the meeting, it was a despicable lie. They hadn't just told her to her face in supremely stilted words that she was a slut for admitting she had slept with her own boyfriend while looking down on her, and then throwing it on her that she was nothing more than an ordinary kunoichi without a big name, almost insinuating afterwards that she was a gold-digger. No, that couldn't have happened.
                          
Tears came as her head tried to process what happened, and she kept running across the rooftops still unable to breathe believing she would collapse at any moment. She stopped after entering her apartment and slamming the door shut, still in denial. No, that family didn't just say six words to end their relationship of over three years while Neji just hung his head, and kept completely silent without at least trying to defend her even once. 
                          
Her partner, her boyfriend, her friend, her teammate, the one who fought beside her on the battlefield, and who she could swear by any deity in existence that he was the love of her life had done nothing but remain silent listening as she was treated as if she was less than the dust that sticks to her shoes, the scum would be flattered if it heard the way she had been referred to.