They said they would try this some day. He can't remember when they had had that discussion, or if it had been a discussion at all or just one of many promises uttered in lust. All Neji was aware of was that he'd spent the better part of the late winter afternoon recalling the event as being real, and not just some fever fantasy.
It spoke volumes to how boring being a divine tool was, when gods were out talking restoration and rules instead of fighting what they should. (Not that there had ever been much hunting and fighting, most especially not after the Last Time.)
It spoke volumes to how out of his depth he was feeling if he'd spent an afternoon mulling over the execution of a good fuck. More than that, really, and the idea crossing his thoughts again sets off an unexpected unease.
It's thrilling enough for now and Neji lets it settle, lets it be.
He wonders over tone- what would be too much, what might be good for... it. Over commands. Which bedroom or surface they'll end up on.
He's dressed for her, a blush crawling hotly up his cheeks all the while. There's satisfaction in knowing Yuri will never know it's happened. Not the first time Neji Hyuuga dons strict dress, not the first time it's a modern, semi-tailored suit either.
He still feels giddy.
Waiting for the temple's door to open, rickety thing that it is, Neji waits on top the stairs. The perfect picture of composure, of austerity (well- a tad more so than any other day, he'd like to think). His blush is long forgotten when Yuri does enter their home.
I can't let go of this gd verse so here we go
It spoke volumes to how boring being a divine tool was, when gods were out talking restoration and rules instead of fighting what they should. (Not that there had ever been much hunting and fighting, most especially not after the Last Time.)
It spoke volumes to how out of his depth he was feeling if he'd spent an afternoon mulling over the execution of a good fuck. More than that, really, and the idea crossing his thoughts again sets off an unexpected unease.
It's thrilling enough for now and Neji lets it settle, lets it be.
He wonders over tone- what would be too much, what might be good for... it. Over commands. Which bedroom or surface they'll end up on.
He's dressed for her, a blush crawling hotly up his cheeks all the while. There's satisfaction in knowing Yuri will never know it's happened. Not the first time Neji Hyuuga dons strict dress, not the first time it's a modern, semi-tailored suit either.
He still feels giddy.
Waiting for the temple's door to open, rickety thing that it is, Neji waits on top the stairs. The perfect picture of composure, of austerity (well- a tad more so than any other day, he'd like to think). His blush is long forgotten when Yuri does enter their home.
He waits for her to realize she's his.