She stood only a few feet away from him, chest heaving, lungs trying to take in more oxygen. Sweat trickled down the sides of her face and dripped off her chin. The rest of her body was covered in a sheen of the salty perspiration. Her shirt was hardly a camisole, showing off some of her stomach but covering her chest quite thoroughly. Shorts clung to her toned thighs that were straining to hold her in the crouched position. Her brown hair was pulled back into a high ponytail with some stray bangs sticking to her face. Her yellow eyes were alight with excitement. Even her soft lips were smiling slightly.
Kisame stared at her. He loved seeing her like this, during a spar. This was when her true self shone through. Her love for fighting and getting down and dirty. Her passion for becoming stronger, and working hard for it. And Kisame absolutely loved it when they were back in his room, convincing her that she was beautiful, though she insisted after every glance in the mirror that she looked terrible all covered in sweat.
In return to Kisame's up and down and back up again looks, Kiri was also looking over her mentor and lover. He was shirtless as always during their spars, his blue-toned muscles being flexed with every move. His pants, which were hanging low on his hips again, were sticking to the sides of his legs thanks to the sweat that covered his body as well. His dark blue hair was even drooping a little because of it. She glanced at his chest again, watching it rise and fall with every breath.
He took a few steps forward and was immediately in front of her. She straightened up, signaling the end of the workout. Her head did not even reach his shoulder, and he had to bend over quite a bit to get his mouth near her ear.
"Let's take this inside, shall we, Kiri-chan?" he whispered.
Shivers ran through her whole body as she took in the double meaning to those words. He noticed her reaction and maneuvered his mouth to her lips and kissed her. He could taste the salt from the sweat that covered her, but it didn't cover the natural sweetness of her mouth that he was so addicted to. He pulled away, leaving her breathless, and walked toward the door. She followed, though after a few seconds, and they made their way to his room as they had done many times before in the past.