[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]

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.

[bunsofsteel]

She lets out a squeak at the squeeze, then a loud sound of startled protest when she's suddenly being lifted. The counter is cool under her skin and she immediately squirms once she realizes where he's put her. Opening her eyes, she presses into the kiss harder, dragging her nails around his neck and down his chest to trail around his back, hips straining for contact as she all but whines.

[youngesthokage]

He shuddered at the pass of her nails, breath practically stopping on his whine before his fingers slid up, hooking her panties and tugging them to pull them off her so he could get them out of the way. He was naked, yet she wasn't, this was a new and unwelcome sensation.

[bunsofsteel]

She lifts her hips impatiently to let him get the by-now soaked cloth out of the way before resuming her attention with her nails, intentionally biting them in and scratching, hard, trying to prompt him in closer.

[youngesthokage]

He made a sound that was closer to a growl than a groan, breath coming in short pants by now as he caught her behind the knees and pulled her to the very edge of the counter, pressing against her as he arched his spine into her hands.

[bunsofsteel]

She shivers when he presses in but doesn't hesitate, dragging her nails back around to rub the pads of her fingers against his length before pressing harder into the kiss, trying to urge him forward.

[youngesthokage]

He whined, he noise breathless before he shifted his weight forward, pressing against her before giving a hard rock of his hips to thrust in, pressing to the hilt in one movement before pulling off the kiss to pant, hands tight where they were cured behind her knees.

[bunsofsteel]

It's an almost scream as he thrusts in, eyes going wide as her hands shift to the counter to just hold on, not about to risk falling to the floor in a heap. Her gasps are harsh, almost pained sounds as she wraps her legs around his sides to help hold on as she pauses there a moment, then gently starts to rock against him, knowing she'll get used to it.

[youngesthokage]

He made himself freeze at the sound she made, his face pressing against her throat as he trembled, whimpering at the need to move. That just made it so when she moved he gave an utterly grateful groan though, checking himself to not be rougher than he'd already been as his hands slid up her thighs away from her knees so she could grip him.

[bunsofsteel]

She can feel him trembling, interpreting what it's for as she forces herself to unclench from the counter, moving her hands to his arms instead. Nails digging lightly into his arms, she gives him a flushed, challenging grin. "Don't hold back, Itachi-sama!" On the last word, she uses her grip on his arms to pull herself forward with a small cry, eyes squeezing shut.

[youngesthokage]

The reaction was immediate and breathless as a hitched moan was yanked from his throat, and one of his hands settled at her hip, gripping there firmly as the other braced on the counter as he rocked his hips again. Much, much harder.

[bunsofsteel]

She cries out again, a loud, whimpering cry as she ducks her head, nails biting hard into his flesh as she tries to match his thrust. Her breath comes in hard, whining pants as she stares up at him through half-lidded eyes and rocks her hips again.

[youngesthokage]

He groaned himself, panting as he started a slow, hard pace, watching her lidded eyes through his lashes as he tightened his hold almost tot he point of bruising at her hip.