one_long_mission | [OPEN] Weapons Exercise

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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She doesn't resist his touch, starting to increase her speed just a bit from the extra contact and letting her nails run up and down his sides.

He whined at her, starting to tremble a bit as he held her tighter to him, hitching harder into her motions as well as he could as his breathing picked up.

She resists the urge to smile and only slowly increases the force and speed, trying to tease and draw him out in payment for earlier. Her nails drag up his chest to scrape lightly over a nipple as she breaks the kiss to press wet, sucking kisses along his neck to catch her breath and hear what kind of noises he was going to make now.

That drew a keen and as he threw his head back, only just having enough clearance to not hurt himself in the process of -that-, and he tightened his hold further, panting and trembling under her.

Using her thighs to keep her balance, she scrapes her nails over his nipples again and rakes them down his sides, breath hot against his neck as she keeps sucking there. There's only so long she can hold herself like that though, and before long she threads her fingers through his hair for better leverage and increases the force as much as she can, breathy pants reduced to gasping, keening moans against his skin as she keeps trying to go faster.

He gasped, breath stuttering as he strained toward her, meeting her motions as well as possible as he positively quivered, so close, but unwilling to let go just yet.

Breath coming in sharp, hard pants, her fingers tighten in his hair, muscles clenching tight around him as she lets out another, keening outcry, louder than the last time. Her head falls to his shoulder as her eyes slide shut, whole body shaking from the force of her release as she grips his hair, panting and moaning.

There was no outlasting that, and he clutched her to him with a low keen, head still tipped back in her grip even as he shuddered to stillness in the wake of his release, panting and dazed.

Shaking fingers thread through his hair as she just lays there against him, utterly boneless and more than a little dazed herself. A hand finally pries itself free from his hair to slide down his side, trying to pull back enough to slide completely back into the tub.

He made a little mewl of protest, but finally released her, following her back into the water after an uncoordinated moment.

Once he's in the water, she promptly moves back to wrap her arms around him, tucking her head against his shoulder with a contented sound. A hand rubs gently along his ribs as she just closes her eyes and relaxes completely against him, not intending to move again for at least ten more minutes.

He slumped against the tub edge, looping his arms around her and just lying there, head tipped back against the edge as he listened to her breathe.

It takes a good minute for her breathing to finally calm to something approaching normal, nuzzling her nose in further against him to get more comfortable before giving him a small, sleepy smile. "Don't fall asleep," she warns, poking him lightly in the side before wrapping her arms around him again. "Sleeping in the tub's no good.

He hummed and gathered his senses, sliding his arms around her to pick her up. "Of course."

With that, he made himself get up, once again carrying her in the process, though this time it was to set her outside the tub on her feet. "Then we should dry off."

"Mm." She doesn't protest the carrying beyond a slight unhappy squirm this time. It takes a moment to find her feet after he sets her down, then she almost stumbles to grab a towel, rubbing her face in it in an attempt to make herself wake back up before drying off the rest of her body, waiting for him to join her.

He unplugged he tub so it could drain, then set about drying himself as well, swaying a little in place before he moved to her side, offering her his hand.

It takes her a moment to towel off her body and hair, just giving it a quick rub with the towel before letting it fall and glancing toward his hand. A small grin, and she takes it, bowing over it to kiss his knuckles in a princely gesture before twining her fingers with his. "Lead the way, Itachi-sama~"

He blinked at her, then quirked his lips, heading off to the bedroom. A nice doze sounded about right, if not just sleeping for the night outright.

She doesn't let his hand go, just tightening her grip and following behind him with a soft hum, not letting go until they're in the bedroom itself. Without hesitation, she drops into the futon and snuggles down, reaching up to tug him down to join her.

He went easily, pulling the covers over them and nestling close, his arms snug around her.

She hums again, tucking her nose in against his shoulder and squirming in against him as tight as she can, breathing a small sigh of contentment. It's a sleepy murmur as she presses an open-mouthed kiss to his collarbone and adds, "You smell nice."

"So do you." It was an amused hum of words, and he closed his eyes, burying his face in her hair as he settled down to rest.

"If you say so..." The last word is muffled as she trails off, eyes closed as she's finally permitted to drift off to a deep sleep, her arms wrapped around his waist.

He didn't try to wake her, and it wasn't long before he went to sleep himself.

[OPEN] Weapons Exercise

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