i want to hold you.
-- DANCING ON THE THIN LINE OF FRIENDS AND MORE THAN THAT. tip-toeing around labeling what they have, not continuing the charade of ‘ just friends ‘ but not exactly defining what it is, either. how can she ?? too many factors face her head on ; the distance between them, how hard it is to meet up, how neji and lee don’t disapprove but are wildly protective ...
and yet, she lives for this. though visits aren’t as frequent as she’d like, they are always filled with long talks, of teasing jabs, of lingering looks that speak leaps and bounds, of blushing cheeks and upturned lips. it is so hard to take a step forwards but tenten knows she could NOT take a step backwards.
she stills at the admittance. she and temari have hugged, sure. they have touched. her hand has wandered to grip temari’s, she’s thrown her arm around the other girl’s shoulders after being doubled over LAUGHING at one of her jokes. but this admittance, spoken quietly into the night, covers thrown across their bodies. it’s easiest for them to sleep in the same bed, they claim. less of a hassle.
before she can stop herself, tenten grins -- her lips slowly tilting into more of an amused smirk as she boldly throws her arms around temari’s middle, tugging the girl closer to herself.
❝ beat you to it. ❞
