Fight With Me

Rating: T

Warnings: Yuri, girl/girl, brief mentioning of sex, one wirty dord (le gasp!).

Pairings: TemaTen

Genre: Romance

Word Count: 418

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Meetings with TenTen always started out with a fight. There she was, minding her own business (usually), and suddenly she was dodging a hail of shuriken that had descended on her like the plague. Temari wasn't completely innocent, though. It was her idea to begin these impromptu sparring sessions, to walk up to TenTen and goad her into a fight until the other girl came to the blonde of her own volition.

She would never admit it, but she liked these fights, for several reasons. It showed them both how they had improved, proving to themselves and to each other that their training wasn't all repetitive movement that didn't make them stronger anyways. It brought them closer together; the sliver of malice that used to permeate TenTen's movements had gradually disappeared, as had Temari's contempt for the younger kunoichi.

So they would fight until they were all sweaty and hot. It was a type of foreplay between the two of them to fight before fucking. So they would fall on each other like dogs in heat, rolling and groping and gasping and moaning.

And then It came. Afterwards. When they would bask in the afterglow for as long as they were able before pushing themselves to their feet and getting dressed, simultaneously leaning against each other and giggling and blushing. Sometimes they'd stop halfway and do it all over again, but most (well, half) of the time they would get up and walk.

They wouldn't walk anywhere in particular. They would just walk, hand in hand, either away from the prying eyes of the villagers or right in front of them, villager's that weren't Temari's own but they were sure as hell TenTen's, and she would respect TenTen's needs of extroversion and, when the situation arose, privacy. It's not like Temari could throw stones; her brother went from being a psychotic monster to a slightly less psychotic Kazekage, she understood the need for privacy when things got rough.

Regardless, they would walk and talk and generally act like silly girls (because with teammates and siblings like theirs, they had to be better, stronger, and definitely not feminine because it would creep the boys out and they'd become a weak girl instead of a tough-as-nails kunoichi, and they couldn't have that).

And their clasped hands would swing and they'd always part with a sweet kiss, a sappy smile, and a murmured confession that became easier to say each time they said it.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."


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