[OPEN] Weapons Exercise

[bunsofsteel]

Just because she was in a strange location didn't mean she was about to take a vacation... Especially not after being beaten so thoroughly by that Neji. The thought still was enough to freeze her blood, the slightest threads of panic starting to set in before her lip firms and she gathers her Chakra in her feet, leaping straight up into the air. For today's training, at least, she'd left the scroll leaning against one of the short wooden posts simulating a human body. Instead, a long katana shimmered in the late afternoon sunlight as she twists in midair, flipping over with a harsh kiai to split the log neatly in two, then turn, weaving her way through another weapon's form, twisting and pivoting as she fought enemies only she could see. Sweat dripped from her brow, the twin buns of her hair disheveled as she panted for breath, unwilling or unable to quit as she keeps pushing herself.

First that Sasuke, then Neji. She kept finding herself forced into situations where she couldn't fight at range. If she were ever going to advance, she needed to get past her current level. They were geniuses, but -- well, if Lee had proven anything, it was that hard work really could beat a genius.

The question would be if she could ever get to that point herself.

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[youngesthokage]

"I wouldn't want to keep you from a snack in the meantime." He tilted his head, a lone fingertip running along her spine.

[bunsofsteel]

Another shiver beneath his finger, and her hands come up to tug the tie slowly free from his hair so she can run her fingers through it. "I think I can manage," she murmurs against his lips, grinding her hips against him again, slower this time. "As long as it's not too long..."

[youngesthokage]

His breath caught, and a shiver ran through him as he fanned his fingers between her shoulderblades. "It shouldn't be. Hmmm, I seem to have lost my hairband."

[bunsofsteel]

She just lets the band slip carelessly from her fingers into the sink behind him, blinking innocently at him. "Oh no, that's not good at all." Still slowly grinding her hips against his, she nuzzles up under his ear. "Maybe you should get another one."

[youngesthokage]

He arched back against her, eyes bleeding red as he watched her face, his fingers curling in the material of her borrowed shirt. "Maybe I should."

[bunsofsteel]

There's that Sharingan-red again, her lips curving into another smirk as she intensifies her hips' pressure by a tiny degree, fingers tugging lightly at his hair now. "Could just leave it down..."

[youngesthokage]

He tipped his head toward the tug, compliant and watchful. "I could, but then it would be in the way, mm?"

[bunsofsteel]

"Depends on where you're going to be putting your head~" She feels a little silly at that and leans in to kiss him again before he can call her out on it.

[youngesthokage]

He made a soft noise, kissing back immediately, lips parting to deepen the kiss without any hesitation. He was perfectly allowed to tease back, after all.

[bunsofsteel]

She's aggressive about it again, tilting her head and parting her lips to immediately go after his tongue. A moment, then she stills the movement of her hips to instead buck them roughly against his, seeing what kind of interesting sounds she could tug out from that.

[youngesthokage]

He groaned at the action, fingers tightening on her spine before sliding down to curve against her backside, pressing her tighter against him as he leaned closer to the kiss.

[bunsofsteel]

She squirms and lets out a soft sound, pressing closer from the touch to her butt. Almost as a reward, she arches her hips up into his a little harder this time and tugs his hair, forcibly pulling his head into a better position for the kiss.

[youngesthokage]

He shuddered, whining softly before kneading his fingers, his other hand finally releasing the counter as he shifted to spread his legs for balance, bringing him a bit closer to her level as he laced his fingers into her hair.

[bunsofsteel]

She shifts to the side and slips a leg between his at the seeming invitation, rubbing her bare thigh against him as she presses deeper into the kiss.

[youngesthokage]

He groaned immediately, fingers tightening on her hair as he turned a bit more forceful on the kiss, needy.

[bunsofsteel]

She matches the force in the kiss and then some, even as her lips start to curve into another smirk, rubbing her thigh more firmly against him to feel him harden beneath her.

[youngesthokage]

He made another low noise and jerked out of the kiss, panting softly as both his hands skated down to tug at the shirt she was wearing, eyes lidded as he checked to see if she'd let him.

[bunsofsteel]

She gasps as he jerks back and immediately leans away as soon as she feels his fingers tugging at the shirt. Rather than let him do anything with it, she grabs the hem herself and tugs it up and over her body to drop carelessly to the floor, clad only in her white panties as she returns her attention to him for another kiss.

[youngesthokage]

He groaned, returning the kiss at once before trailing his nails up her back with both hands.

[bunsofsteel]

She shivers and presses in tighter against him, but without the shirt in the way, the feel of his shirt against her breasts isn't enjoyable at all and she pulls back, yanking at his shirt to try to get it off for him.

[youngesthokage]

He made a noise of amusement at her sudden frenzy, and pushed her hands away, yanking off the shirt, then undershirt before with a look at her through his lashes, going for his pants as well.

[bunsofsteel]

She takes a step back to give him room to strip, lips curving in another grin as she crosses her arms over her chest to watch. Once his pants are out of the way, she wastes no time to step back in to wrap her arms around his neck for another kiss.

[youngesthokage]

He met her halfway, kicking his clothes to the side as his hands slid down her back to slip under her panties, one hand on each cheek as he pulled her closer to him.

[bunsofsteel]

She moans at the grasp and brings a leg up to press against his hip and rubs herself against him, little circles like before but quick and hard, wanting to hear him panting for her.

[youngesthokage]

He whined, tightening his fingers in a squeeze before abruptly moving, freeing his hands before sliding them to her upper thighs to pick her up as he turned to deposit her on the counter as he turned in place, making sure not to break the kiss.