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Neji never tired of watching her.
He watched the wind grab her (long/short) shining locks of (hair colour) hair, making it fly gracefully through the air behind her. He watched the endless (eye colour) eyes peer at the grassy meadow filled with colourful flowers as they shone by the blinding sunlight. He watched her (long/short), sleek figure bend every now and then to gather up another of those flowers, and how her nimble fingers would place the flower in the slowly growing bouquet in her other hand.
Every movement she did, every expression written over her face and in her beautiful eyes, intrigued, fascinated and enchanted him to no end. For example, how smooth her voice was whenever she spoke. It was like listening to the birds chirping every morning, or the calm rivers rippling over stones and riverbanks. He loved it, and he loved every part of her. But what he loved the most, was her.
The Hyuuga allowed a small smile to grace his lips as she rose from picking up a harebell from the ground, eyeing it critically from where she stood at the middle of the small meadow they were currently resting in. Sometimes her eyes would fly up to look at Neji, before abruptly falling down to the small flower again.
He raised an eyebrow while shifting his position with his back against a small tree that gave him some protection from the heating sun by the shadows it cast over him. Yet again her intense (eye colour) eyes averted their gaze to him, and she decidedly tucked the harebell into the large bouquet in her hand before striding calmly to him through the high grass.
When she was close enough, Neji noticed the small smirk gracing her pink lips. "What?" he asked, his voice rumbling softly in her ears.
She didn't bother replying at first, only stepping so that her slender legs was on either side of his before sitting down in his lap. Her eyes now glinted with a small hint of mischief, and her free hand rose to grasp one of his free-falling, dark brown locks. "I want to test my theory," she said matter-of-factly, swirling the strand between her fingers gingerly while meeting his pale eyes with her own (eye colour) ones.
"Theory?" he wondered, hands almost automatically coming to rest on her hips. "What theory, if I may ask?"
She let out a weak snicker of delight, placing a chaste peck on his nose. "If your hair is just as soft as a harebell's petals." She smiled when the lock of hair in her hand caressed her fingers softly, victory filling her colorful eyes. "And my theory is right."
He raised a brow again, not really sure why she could want to test such a thing. Sure, they had been lovers for almost a year, and he knew her small fetish for always picking and playing with his hair. Yet, he still couldn't placate why she'd choose to do what she did right now. But then again… his lover was probably the only thing he couldn't read properly, how much he even tried. Not even the Byakugan could predict her. He was somewhat annoyed, yet somewhat happy she managed to surprise him now and then.
Neji gazed into her eyes, the emotions and bright colours slowly melting away his always so stern image around his friends. He could not contemplate how so much life was able to flicker through only one pair of eyes, but he didn't mind. It affected him so much; she was almost like an addiction. He was never going to let her go.
She let go of Neji's hair, sensing her stoic lover relax underneath her, and smiled softly as she tilted her head upwards to tenderly press her lips against his. As she closed her eyes, she felt him apply pressure between them, and their lips soon met in loving and passionate kisses, his arms wandering up to wrap possessively around her waist, hers grasping around his strong neck to pull them closer.
Sparks of fire and electricity coursed through their bodies as they touched, caressed and overall felt the other's presence, knowing that they belonged to each other, and was never going to let this thing they shared, this love they had, go to waste.
When they parted, panting slightly, Neji took the opportunity to grasp a strand of her (hair colour) hair in his large, calloused hand. The silkiness ghosting over his fingers made him smirk.
"(Name)…"
"What?"
"Your hair is also just like a silky harebell's petals."

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Neji never tired of watching her.
He watched the wind grab her (long/short) shining locks of (hair colour) hair, making it fly gracefully through the air behind her. He watched the endless (eye colour) eyes peer at the grassy meadow filled with colourful flowers as they shone by the blinding sunlight. He watched her (long/short), sleek figure bend every now and then to gather up another of those flowers, and how her nimble fingers would place the flower in the slowly growing bouquet in her other hand.
Every movement she did, every expression written over her face and in her beautiful eyes, intrigued, fascinated and enchanted him to no end. For example, how smooth her voice was whenever she spoke. It was like listening to the birds chirping every morning, or the calm rivers rippling over stones and riverbanks. He loved it, and he loved every part of her. But what he loved the most, was her.
The Hyuuga allowed a small smile to grace his lips as she rose from picking up a harebell from the ground, eyeing it critically from where she stood at the middle of the small meadow they were currently resting in. Sometimes her eyes would fly up to look at Neji, before abruptly falling down to the small flower again.
He raised an eyebrow while shifting his position with his back against a small tree that gave him some protection from the heating sun by the shadows it cast over him. Yet again her intense (eye colour) eyes averted their gaze to him, and she decidedly tucked the harebell into the large bouquet in her hand before striding calmly to him through the high grass.
When she was close enough, Neji noticed the small smirk gracing her pink lips. "What?" he asked, his voice rumbling softly in her ears.
She didn't bother replying at first, only stepping so that her slender legs was on either side of his before sitting down in his lap. Her eyes now glinted with a small hint of mischief, and her free hand rose to grasp one of his free-falling, dark brown locks. "I want to test my theory," she said matter-of-factly, swirling the strand between her fingers gingerly while meeting his pale eyes with her own (eye colour) ones.
"Theory?" he wondered, hands almost automatically coming to rest on her hips. "What theory, if I may ask?"
She let out a weak snicker of delight, placing a chaste peck on his nose. "If your hair is just as soft as a harebell's petals." She smiled when the lock of hair in her hand caressed her fingers softly, victory filling her colorful eyes. "And my theory is right."
He raised a brow again, not really sure why she could want to test such a thing. Sure, they had been lovers for almost a year, and he knew her small fetish for always picking and playing with his hair. Yet, he still couldn't placate why she'd choose to do what she did right now. But then again… his lover was probably the only thing he couldn't read properly, how much he even tried. Not even the Byakugan could predict her. He was somewhat annoyed, yet somewhat happy she managed to surprise him now and then.
Neji gazed into her eyes, the emotions and bright colours slowly melting away his always so stern image around his friends. He could not contemplate how so much life was able to flicker through only one pair of eyes, but he didn't mind. It affected him so much; she was almost like an addiction. He was never going to let her go.
She let go of Neji's hair, sensing her stoic lover relax underneath her, and smiled softly as she tilted her head upwards to tenderly press her lips against his. As she closed her eyes, she felt him apply pressure between them, and their lips soon met in loving and passionate kisses, his arms wandering up to wrap possessively around her waist, hers grasping around his strong neck to pull them closer.
Sparks of fire and electricity coursed through their bodies as they touched, caressed and overall felt the other's presence, knowing that they belonged to each other, and was never going to let this thing they shared, this love they had, go to waste.
When they parted, panting slightly, Neji took the opportunity to grasp a strand of her (hair colour) hair in his large, calloused hand. The silkiness ghosting over his fingers made him smirk.
"(Name)…"
"What?"
"Your hair is also just like a silky harebell's petals."