[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 promptly slid his hands down, one pressing on her belly as the other pressed along the inside of a thigh to further part her legs, carefully tracing with his tongue as he explored the somewhat new territory.

[bunsofsteel]

The muscles in her belly twitch and tighten under his hand as she sucks in another harsh breath, little panting mewls falling from her lips at the completely new sensation, that warmth from earlier blossoming into a full-on aroused heat as she gasps. "Itac-- Itachi, I wanted to--!"

[youngesthokage]

He hummed an inquiry at her, giving another lingering lick before pulling back enough to look up her body, pausing to give her a moment to answer.

[bunsofsteel]

Another harsh moan as she tensed under the lick, fingers tightening in his hair. "I wanted..." She has to swallow hard to catch her breath and speak before, a little more quietly, she murmurs, "I wanted to do something for you..."

[youngesthokage]

He dipped his head to nuzzle at her folds rather shamelessly, giving another lick before venturing to talk. "This isn't for me?"

[bunsofsteel]

She doesn't have time to come up with an answer, face contorted in pure confusion before he licks again, leaving her shuddering and clutching his hair more tightly, tugging lightly to encourage him to continue as her eyes fall shut.

[youngesthokage]

Satisfied, he complied to her wishes, testing out the option of sucking, fairly sure that after his overly ambitious intercourse with her she'd be too tender to even -try- teeth. But that didn't make him any less curiously thorough, hands kneading her skin, the one on her thigh wandering up and down as he worked at her.

[bunsofsteel]

Another high-pitched, uncontrollable keen escapes her lips as she shudders hard against his mouth. A little absurdly, she has to wonder what she tastes like, but that thought is quickly banished along with anything else she might have tried to think of as her back arches. Her muscles tightening further in that building pool of warmth, she can only manage little gasping whines as she just tries to breathe.

[youngesthokage]

He didn't move away immediately even when her release was rather plainly obvious, instead easing back with a few more lingering licks before running a hand over his face and leaning down to start kissing his way back up her body.

[bunsofsteel]

Her legs are shaking from the force of her release, knees slipping down until she's lying flat against the floor and sucking in wet, gasping breaths. She hadn't meant to reach that point quite so soon, but it had all been too much to too sensitive a spot right now that she can barely manage to lift her arms, feeling warm and heavy. "Itachi..." she murmurs, gazing at him through half-lidded eyes and beckoning him up. "Please... tell me what I can do for you..."

[youngesthokage]

He continued his lazy crawl up her body and nosed at her neck with a low noise of pleasure as he breathed in her scent. "You're exhausted, aren't you?"

[bunsofsteel]

She just lets out a small, dissatisfied noise at the implication that she's weak and buries her hands in his hair, trying to tug him up closer. "I'm fine, just... Itachi-sama, please, I want to do something to make you feel good too..."

[youngesthokage]

He let himself be pulled, making an appreciative noise. "But I liked that."

[bunsofsteel]

She groans and wraps her legs around his waist, gazing up at him before deliberately trailing her gaze downward, quirking a tired eyebrow. "And about that?"

[youngesthokage]

He made a little noise and flicked his gaze to himself before looking back to her and leaning in to mouth along her jaw. "I made you sore. It will wait. And you're hungry, yes?"

[bunsofsteel]

She hums quietly and tilts her head in reflex before shaking her head, pushing lightly with her hips and lifting herself up on one arm, trying to roll him over. "No, now, Itachi."

[youngesthokage]

He resisted for a moment with a sound of protest, but didn't keep fighting her beyond the initial resistance, letting her put him on the floor. His voice dipped to a murmur. "It doesn't have to be now."

[bunsofsteel]

Less hesitant now, she lets him fall back to the floor and mimics his own earlier movements, pressing her lips to his sternum and pressing hard, open-mouthed kisses down his stomach, sucking at his skin just above his groin as she stares at him. "Now," she repeats, forcing back her nervousness to turn her attention lowers, eyes fluttering half-closed as she presses the smallest of kisses further down still.

[youngesthokage]

His muscles quivered under the attention and he danced his hands over her shoulders and hair, hesitating to dare grabbing on with how turned he was by now. "If you insist." The words, when spoken, ended up incredibly husky.

[bunsofsteel]

"Tell me if I do something wrong," she murmurs without looking, nuzzling her lips against the bone of his hip before trailing one hand down to grasp there and hold him still. Carefully, she leans over and gently closes her lips over him, tongue darting out in a tentative touch.

[youngesthokage]

He whined, hips twitching up into her touch, light as it was. "You should lean your weight down on me." The husky tone had just the tiniest ragged edge now.

[bunsofsteel]

Both hands on each hip, she glances up at him, but can't nod to indicate her understanding. Pushing herself up, she rests the entirety of her weight on him and leans down to take more of him into her mouth, relying more on her tongue than anything else.

[youngesthokage]

It was a good thing she followed his urging, because he arched up into the sensation before he could make himself subside, whining low in his chest as he trembled, hands pressed tightly against the floor.

[bunsofsteel]

Closing her eyes, she tries to base her movements more on touch than anything else, rubbing her thumbs in small circles over his hips as she leans back to keep the same distance as he arches, then moves back down. Pressing her tongue firmly against the underside, she tries a suck that seems almost gentle in comparison, still wary of applying too much pressure.

[youngesthokage]

He whined, breath catching sharply before he squirmed under her hands, one of his sliding to her hair, tangling in the strands after trailing down so he could grip without yanking.