[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 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.

[bunsofsteel]

Her nails dig in tight against him as she throws her head back, letting out a shuddering, almost scream of an outcry in contrast to his own groan from the sheer intensity of it all as she finally hits her own release, hips stuttering as her legs wrap tightly around him. All but collapsing back against the counter, she can't speak at first until she opens her eyes and flinches. "You're-- Itachi, you're bleeding, I'm sorry--!!"

[youngesthokage]

He unwound his fingers slowly from her hair as he uncurled, leaning heavily into her and the counter as tried to catch his breath, blinking his eyes open to stare at her in dazed bewilderment. What? Was something wrong?

[bunsofsteel]

Why wasn't he concerned? He had to be able to feel it! She squirms beneath him, reaching to touch one of his arms, fingertip coming away with just the smallest bit of blood. "Are you okay?"

[youngesthokage]

His gaze drifted to her fingers and he made a small sound of surprise, baffled where that could have come from. "Mm?"

[bunsofsteel]

She just shakes her head and sighs, resting back against the counter where she could and letting her eyes close. "Never mind," she murmurs, trailing her fingertips up his back and trying to hug him in close. "I'll trim my nails next time, okay?"

[youngesthokage]

His voice was incredibly husky, not to mention bewildered, when he spoke. "I'm bleeding?"

[bunsofsteel]

She shivers at that tone, eyes cracking half open as her fingertips brush gently over his arms. "Mmhm. My nails," she repeats, huffing a small, helpless laugh through her nose as she rests her head back again.

[youngesthokage]

He peered at his arms and then hummed, leaning down to nuzzle her. "Felt nice. You okay?" He realized, about this point, that he'd been rather violent with her.

[bunsofsteel]

She just shakes her head again with another quiet laugh, wrapping her fingers in his hair to tug him up closer. "Mm... Well, I'm not Sasuke, but that was a little much for the counter," she murmurs with a small grin.

[youngesthokage]

"I'll never live down mentioning that will I?" It was a murmur as he finally eased back, shaky but stable enough to actually stand.

[bunsofsteel]

She laughs again, wincing and shifting back so she can try to sit up. "Probably not," she answers with a smile, resting her hand easily against the counter.

[youngesthokage]

He watched her, then reached out, once he was sure he wouldn't send them both to the floor, and carefully picked her up after properly disengaging.