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AUTHOR'S WARNING: This chapter contains some pretty mature stuff. Scenes of lemon-aide, or is it lime?, are present in the context of this chapter. Don't read it if you don't think you can handle it.!

Teacher Teacher

Chapter "FORE!" 4. Four. *dodges golf ball*

(Still not sure…)

It was Friday; Chase would be showing up to train the monks any minute now. Kimiko was anxious to see him again, after that kiss she was determined to in him over. She knew he felt something for her; she could tell just by looking into his eyes. But Chase wasn't coming to grips with it, so Kimiko decided she'd help him along today.

When Chase showed up, Clay offered to go first as he had energy because he had just eaten breakfast. So as Chase sparred with clay, Kimiko watched excitedly.

She could feel herself getting wet just watching Chase move. She couldn't help it; Chase was just so damn attractive!

Clay lost; go fricking figure. The guys had went inside; Omi and Raimundo didn't want to train until after lunch. So Kimiko was second.

Chase hadn't really wanted to train her second; he had wanted to save her for last so he could screw with her again, but he didn't see much choice.

Kimiko kept trying to knock Chase down; she was determined to knock him flat on his back today. Chase was pleased that she was learning to control herself around him, or at least, he was.

She managed to knock Chase flat on his back, his staff being thrown back a few inches away from him.

The wind was knocked out of him on impact with the ground and Chase needed a moment to gather himself. Kimiko took advantage of that moment.

She climbed on top of him and immediately straddled his waist; earning a gasp of surprise from the man beneath her.

Chase's eyes were wide and he stuttered his words, "K-Kimiko… What are you d-doing…?"

Kimiko didn't really answer him, she just began rocking her hips against his; earning yet another gasp of surprise.

Chase gritted his teeth and tried to stop himself from getting too aroused by what she was doing to him.

"K-Kimiko…" he stuttered her name as a grunt of pain escaped his lips, "St-stop…"

Chase was trying desperately to control the muscle that she was teasing.

He knew he shouldn't be letting her do this, he knew it. He should be the one on top, making her body crave his. He shouldn't be letting her have this moment of dominance over him. Chase knew what was happening; he was letting her win.

He gripped her shoulders and tried to push her off, but he soon found that his hips were grinding against hers in response to her rocking motions.

Kimiko could feel the throbbing member underneath the area in between her thighs that was getting wet. She could feel how badly he wanted this. Just as badly as she did.

Chase kept grinding his hips up into hers, only when he heard himself moan did he realize just how far he was letting this go.

Chase threw her off of him, gasping for air, sweating not from exercise, but from restraining himself.

He was panting and he whispered, "We're done here…" As he had the first day of training.

Now Kimiko's stubbornness shown through. She grabbed his shoulders and shoved him back into the ground.

"No. We are not done here." she stated firmly before rocking her hips against his again.

Chase tried to control himself, but he just couldn't. It felt so good. Soon enough Chase found himself grinding against her once again; moaning with pleasure as he felt his manhood surging and throbbing from ecstasy.

He knew he shouldn't be letting her do this to him. He should be pulling away now, she was getting closer and closer to her limit; he could see her eyes rolling back. He should be the one in control, and yet here he was letting her drive him to his breaking point.

Chase got lucky, he felt a presence approaching them. He grabbed his staff, threw Kimiko off of him and onto her back, and quickly pointed his staff so it was inches from her nose.

Kimiko was staring up at him in shock, she didn't understand why he had just done that; he had been enjoying it, she could feel it. Why was he suddenly throwing her off of him?

Her answer became clear when she heard Raimundo ask, "You guys want some water?"

Kimiko quickly scurried off toward him, trying to make it look like Chase had just beaten her and had gotten uncomfortably close.

Chase stayed where he was, letting his member relax, before getting up and taking a bottle of water. It had actually been two hours, so Raimundo had shown up at a good time.

Chase set his water bottle beside Kimiko and he whispered in her ear, "We'll finish that later…"

Kimiko's heart was doing loop-the-loops. Chase wanted to finish what they had started earlier! She felt so happy she could cry.

So Kimiko waited throughout Rai's training session, and Omi's training session. As patiently as she possibly could whilst thinking of how good it would feel to have Chase grinding against her again.

When everyone was finished, Chase asked if there was somewhere more private the two of them could go. They settled on behind the greenhouse; even though the guys were all sleeping and they probably wouldn't get caught, Chase just wanted to be certain.

Behind the greenhouse, they started up like earlier, only this time Chase was on top and he was grinding his hips down into hers; causing Kimiko to moan and try to keep her body under control.

Chase could feel how wet she was and feeling that only made him feel higher and hotter.

He could see her eyes rolling back in ecstasy, he knew he should be stopping then and making her crave more; that had been his plan. An yet, he just couldn't stop. It felt incredible to be doing this with her; he never wanted to stop.

Once again, Chase got lucky, as another force intervened.

"Well, I'll be," the low, southern drawl told them both who it was spying on them.

They both looked up instantly, Chase looking mortified, Kimiko looking incredibly pissed off.

"What do you want?" Kimiko spat, irritated that someone else was interrupting her alone time with Chase.

Chase was wide eyed with fear. Hannibal could use this against him in so many ways.

"Leave." came Chase's cold order towards the red, ugly, wart.

Hannibal grinned his yellow toothy grin and asked, "Whasamatter Chase? Afraid I'll tell everyone about you and your little girlfriend?"

Chase glared daggers at Hannibal. Kimiko was as well, but for different reasons. She spat at him to get lost, and she tried to get Chase to pay attention to what they had been doing. But it was for naught; Chase was infuriated that Hannibal was talking to him like that, and he wasn't going to let him get off so easy.

Chase struck at Hannibal, attacking him relentlessly, and waking up the guys. Kimiko was trying to break up the fight, but it just wasn't working. It took all four monks to hold the enraged Chase back. The students had to control the teacher.

Chase shot curse word after curse word at the ugly little bean as he took the moment of Chase being restrained to flee the scene.

Once the monks let go of him, Chase stormed off in a huff of anger. They could practically see steam coming off him.

Kimiko turned to the guys and said softly, "I'll see if he's okay… You guys go back to bed…" Lucky for her, they listened.

She hurried over, finding Chase sitting on the front steps of the temple, looking extremely mad. She sat down next to him and she gently rubbed his shoulder; in an attempt to ease his rage.

"Should've let me kill him…" he grumbled, not looking at her.

Kimiko sighed, "Chase, we don't know what would happen if you killed Hannibal. It could end up as badly as when we turned you good!"

He scowled at her. She knew how much Chase hated Hannibal for tricking him into selling his soul, but she was right.

"Whatever," he muttered before taking a big gulp of water. Kimiko watched the water cascade down his form; he hadn't done it on purpose this time, he was too angry to care.

Kimiko smiled a little and she gently put her lips to his chest and licked away the water. Chase went beat red.

He put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her away. He remembered his game; he couldn't let himself fall for her.

"We got caught by Hannibal… If we keep this up… Everyone will find out…" he whispered to her, convincing himself.

Kimiko sighed sadly; he was right, but that still didn't mean she wanted it to happen like that. Kimiko wanted to freely be able to be with Chase; thanks to the peeping Hannibal, that looked like it was out of the question.

Kimiko grumbled, "Perverted bean…" Chase chuckled at that remark and got to his feet.

He smiled weakly at her and said gently, "I'll see you Monday…"

He turned to walk away and had taken a few steps when he heard Kimiko say his name.

Chase turned around just in time for Kimiko to slip her lips onto his and catch him off guard in a passionate make-out-session.

When she took her lips away, Chase felt the throb of his unsatisfied member and painfully restrained himself and went home.

Kimiko was no longer a simple pawn; she had power in this little game of his. Not according to plan.

Yup. Semi-mature chappie. Don't know if it's lemon-aide or lime, somebody please let me know what to call it.

It'll get smuttier. Trust me on that. This story has proven itself to be the embodiment of all my Chamiko shipping needs!

I NEEDZA DIRTY STOREH!