[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 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.

[bunsofsteel]

Those loud cries quickly turn into moans, though their volume doesn't decrease at all. Impatiently, she rakes her nails along his arms and tries to increase their speed, whimpering with need.

[youngesthokage]

He whined right back at her, control slipping with her action to get her what she wanted. Speed to go with the force behind his actions, though he managed to grab control of himself before he got so distracted he didn't focus on her. Instead he leaned forward to bite down on a place on her shoulder.

[bunsofsteel]

Another cry at the bite, but she tries to keep up with his speed, meaningless syllables falling from her lips as she tries to say his name, say anything as further encouragement.

[youngesthokage]

He sucked at her shoulder as he moved, focusing on that to keep hold of himself, though that didn't last and he released the bite to kiss her hard, needy and demanding as he continued to move, fingers tightening that there was no doubt there would be a handprint there later.

[bunsofsteel]

A hard, keening whine escapes into the kiss as she drives herself against him. It's a wet, sloppy kiss, but she tries to keep up, even as her breath comes in harsh pants through her nose. Her fingernails are almost clawing at his arms now, a few places nicking hard enough to draw tiny wells of blood.

[youngesthokage]

He keened, struggling not to lose his last bit of control, not yet, and his nails dug into her skin as he found a bit more speed, a bit more force, practically consuming her in the kiss.

[bunsofsteel]

A loud whimper into the kiss as she tries in vain to keep up, starting to get carried away until the only thing she could focus on what trying to meet his thrusts, fingernails scrabbling at his shoulders and upper arms as she broke the kiss to gasp for breath in sharp, high-pitched whines.

[youngesthokage]

He made a low hungry noise of protest and dipped his head, sucking and kissing down her throat as he continued to move, adjusting his footing between thrusts so that he was coming at her from a slightly different angle so keep his grip on her.

[bunsofsteel]

Her cry is more of a gasp with his attention transferred lower, chest heaving as she keeps her nails against his back. The shift in angle arches her back, nails digging hard little crescent moons into his skin before her hands trail up into his hair, giving it a rough yank to try to pull his head down to her breasts.

[youngesthokage]

He groaned, going with the pull without much of a fight as he continued to more, more teeth than tongue as he latched onto a breast, back curved to accomplish it.

[bunsofsteel]

The logistics of how he has to curve his body don't matter much to her right now, though she does arch back, trying to accommodate him as much as possible without loosing the harsh feeling of his teeth against her breast.

[youngesthokage]

He finally moved his hand from the counter, losing a little force but none of his speed as his fingers moved to tangle in her hair, tugging a bit to better arch her so he could reach with more ease, sucking hard at a breast.

[bunsofsteel]

Another wordless cry as she lets him tug her head back. It's a little alarming, not being able to see from this angle, but she trusts him. It's a little exhilarating on top of that and leaves her mewling, arching back and thrusting back against him, trying to reclaim that earlier force.

[youngesthokage]

He could tell what she wanted not entirely satisfied about that either, and he pressed back on her, pinning her more firmly to the counter so he could try to put that force back into his movements as he pulled off her breast to attack the other with just as much teeth.

[bunsofsteel]

She knocks her head back against something as she keeps arching back, a cabinet or a breadbox or something and squirms to get into a position where she can arch back far enough, almost lying flat back as she arches and whimpers, attacking the back of his neck with her nails with equal force, scratching and raking to draw him in with each thrust.

[youngesthokage]

When she got back far enough he could plant his hand, complete with a fistful of her hair, on the counter again as he finally -finally- got enough force back into it, almost certain she'd drawn blood and vaguely aware he'd been making noises under his breath at her that were getting louder and louder as he drew himself closer.

[bunsofsteel]

She lets out another pained cry at the tug in her hair. The pain's starting to edge to being too much, and she writhes beneath him, breath coming in sharper, unsteady moans as she tries to shift her head to lessen that pain and put herself in a less-vulnerable position. The sharp pain and the new position is bringing her far closer than she'd thought she'd be, whining and bucking her hips, trying to reach her release when he did, knowing he had to be close.

[youngesthokage]

He slid his hand up, easing the pressure on her hair by a little, but likely not enough, as he moved quicker, trembling over her as he eased his bite to pant against her skin. It didn't last much longer, couldn't really, not at that level of intensity, and he pressed hard and tight against her, groaning lowly as he finally went quiet.