Tenten stared at the door then hit it with her fist. "Don't be an asshole, Reno!"
"Go away, I'm done with this conversation!" his voice drifted back through her, slightly muffled by the wood.
She dropped her hand to the handle and cursed inwardly that it was locked. The longer she stood there, the madder she got. She might have hurt his feelings earlier when she slapped him but to not even let her talk with him and apologize? She growled low in her throat. This is why she didn't like most men. She took a step back and then kicked the door as hard as she could. It swung inward and slammed into the side of the wall.
Reno's mouth dropped open as he looked between the door and her. So she wasn't just a feminist but a psycho too? Great. His tastes in women had reached a new low. He narrowed his eyes on her. He was going to have to teach her a lesson for her own good.
"Damn it, Reno, you're gonna let me have my say whether you like it or not!" she growled at him.
She almost backed out of the room as she suddenly realized he was half dressed. Good Lord, he was like one big piece of meat. She swallowed hard as she trailed the thin line of hair down to his pants then quickly looked back up. His hazel eyes were narrowed on her before he started towards her and she stiffened her backbone. She was not going to let him intimidate her. She was not a little girl that could get pushed around.
He smirked slightly before leaning just past her to grab the door and shove it back into place. "The door was for your protection, not mine," he said so softly that the hair on the back of her neck stood up and a shiver went down her spine.
"Um... I'll come back when you're in a better mood," she said while putting a fake smile on her face.
"Oh no, you busted in here all on your own accord," he said as he stalked towards her. "There are consequences to every action."
Tenten did not like the sound of that at all. She jumped over the back of his couch and made a dash for the door. She was not sure what his intentions were but she was not about to find out. What the hell had she been thinking kicking his door in like that? That was the equivalent of pulling a kunai out and throwing it down. She let out a small shriek as he grabbed her about the waist and her feet went up off the ground. Oh no he didn't! She twisted in his arms, wrapped her legs about his torso and used his own momentum to toss him.
She cringed as she heard something crash under his weight but she wasn't going to see what. His long arm grabbed her leg before she could get away and she gasped as she found herself suddenly on top of him. She pushed at his chest to try to get up and he grabbed both her wrists and locked her legs with his own. It was a strange way to be captured. He smirked as if reading her thoughts.
"I'm not about to trap you under me, Tenten, because we don't want to see what happens if I did that," he responded. "Let's cut through the bullshit. I have no patience for little games or indecision. I like you and dislike you at the same time. You're bossy, a bigot towards men, but a firecracker all wrapped up into one."
Tenten glared at him, "I like and don't like you too. You're a chauvinist, domineering, and have a protective streak that could get you killed."
Reno's eyes gleamed and he slowly smiled at her, "Good, then we are at an agreement with one another. We don't have to like one another very much for this."
Tenten gasped as he suddenly flipped them over and slammed his lips down on hers. He released her wrists and dug his hands into her hair, angling her head as he deepened the kiss. She felt like she was scorched by fire. She dug her fingers into his chest and he shuddered above her. His kiss was one of hunger, frustration, and pure unadulterated lust. She was overwhelmed by the power of it over her mind and body. His legs nudged hers apart and as he pressed his desire against her, she gasped. His lips trailing down her neck.
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Blood In The Water: A Tenten Fan Fiction (#3 In Shifting Series)
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