An Old Rival

Tenten woke up in her bed with a flutter of her eyelashes to see a shiny crystal dangling over her head. The soft glow was so soothing, her eyes were instantly drawn to it and she followed it's motion with rapt attention.

Back and forth...

Back and forth...

Back and forth...

Unfortunately for the crystals owner, they overestimated how quickly Tenten was falling and reached down to cup her breast. Tenten awoke with a gasp and leapt from her bed, her fist swinging blindly out at whoever had tried to enslave her.

When she regained her bearings, the brunette looked down to see a stunned Temari rubbing at her jaw.

"Dang, when did you suddenly learn how to actually hit me?" The blonde groaned.

"What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?" Tenten snapped.

"Jeez, what's with the attitude? This is hardly the first time we've done this. You know well as I do that the only way to get Shika motivated enough in bed to be of any use is to outnumber him. Now, look at the damn crystal and start obeying me before I decide to stop being nice." Temari said, bringing the crystal up once again.

Tenten dove for a mirror.