Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. But, I do own a pair of pwnsome converse!

I'm trying to be, erm, more descriptive—in depth—Ugh, I honestly don't know how to word it. I'm just trying something a bit new.

Kinda—ish proud of my self for finally finishing something! Haven't posted anything in a bit, but is going to try to finish another story by tonight, most likely isn't gonna happen...

Other than that, tell me how I did?

Review please.

Enjoy!


Slumber

In the middle of the night, Neji doesn't sleep.

TenTen is laying down a few feet away from him; having their own beds in the dark room. She is fast asleep, and her chest rises and falls slowly, with each deep intake of breath. Neji stares at her face, then his eyes trail down her exposed neck. Her skin illuminated by the moonshine that's straying through the hotel's open windows.

Neji moves to stand near her bed. Her hair's in disarray, the brown length taken out of the two restraints it was usually in, in the sun shinning daylight. Her long legs are intertwined in the old flower pattern hotel sheets. His eyes wander to her right exposed thigh, looking soft and creamy to touch.

Shadows darken on her face as Neji leans over. His eyes trail over her delicate face, taking in her natural beauty. Dark think eyelashes brimming her concealed chocolate brown eyes, face creased in a peaceful—beautiful—expression.

Why did it take him so long to figure out how stunningly beautiful this women was? How long did it take him to actually realize his feelings for her? To figure out he was in love with her?

Neji's head goes a bit lower. TenTen's lips are parted, her teeth as well, and Neji can see the wet tip of her tongue. He wanted to kiss her so badly, it being so inviting.

Neji feels TenTen's warm breath, fanning his face, washing over his own mouth as he inhales. TenTen exhales and Neji inhales. He takes in her air, having a certain spice to it, he is addicted. He wants more of it.

I love you.

His eyes graze slowly toward her face again, to her lips. The part between her lips now disappeared, her mouth being closed. His eyes linger over her pink lips, and he tries… tries so hard, not to kiss them. But, they looked so inviting, so sweet.

Neji unconsciously raises his hand to intertwine with her silky brown free hair, but stops when her hand clench somewhat softly in the sheets, murmuring. His hand pulls away a couple inches from her hair, to brush across her exposed thigh.

It's warm, just like he expected. Warm, soft, creamy and touchable. Having the feeling to want to caress and hold her—maybe, just maybe— to give him some of her warmth.

Neji pulls back, them only—barely—touching once. He isn't satisfied, but knows it has to be that way for now, for he hasn't told her of his true feelings. Maybe, he will. Till then he watches her in her sleep—like he always has and always will.